Thursday, December 5, 2013

Alone w/ Hope

Alone w/ Hope
(image by rmp, that's me)
 

Inspiration for this piece:  Lately I've been pondering hope.  And while it seems wrong, it does quite feel as though it is burning me from the inside out - an all consuming fire that rages, suffocating me.  I know there is a poem hidden somewhere in this feeling, but it has yet to surface.  In the meantime, I dug up this picture, which was used as inspiration for a previous piece (totally unrelated to hope).  I took what little words I had and crafted this. 
 
Behind the image:  I couldn't help myself...I had to take this picture of a way-to-busy-&-gaudy casino carpet...most people I've asked see an owl.  I see a face burning in hellish flames clawing to escape.   

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

quite vivid...at least it is hope burning you, you know....could be worse...and there is always hope...smiles.

Heaven said...

I could use the fire in our winter grey, smiles ~ Hope is such a delicate but beautiful thing ~

Mary said...

We all need to contemplate hope at this season!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...hope you had a good holiday!

Mary said...

Thanks for your comment on my blog. Hope to see you writing again soon!!

Nathaniel C. Oliver said...

I am new to your blog, and blogging in general, but I can already tell I will be a fan; poets are holistic in their approach towards life. I know you even though I do not know you; I hope to know you better.

For me, poetry has also always been a weapon; or armor. Arms against the world, in the form of words. The last poem I composed was when I was not composed at all. I woke, and the words came out in a rush. Form follows function. I hesitate to say more, only because I know how delicate the sensibility can be... but I will certainly look closer, because I feel you, like me, are the owl, burning to be free!

Poet Laundry said...

Very cool image. I'm liking your style!