All the wild possibilities...

[angryelmo]

I. Inspiration

Awake,

With eyes half open.

Can you see the movements

I make with my fingertips

Along the wall?

A sudden bloom of thought

And it begins.

I stare at the white sky-

A blank space.

It embraces me

And I feel unrestrained;

A desire to fill its canvas

With vibrant colors

Of freshly coated paint.

A chord is struck.

It echoes, resonates throughout;

An orgasmic rush

Of sight and sound

Wraps around me,

And I feel alive.

II. Frustration

Sit.             Think.                            Start.

How shall I speak?

When the weight

Of what’s already been said

Hovers over me.

Uproarious static

Bubbles to the brim.

It pollutes

The cold, unsatisfied thought:

Lingering, helpless;

Unable to reach the surface.

Pull your hair out

Trying to find

The elusive metaphor.

What may seem

An act of whimsy,

Feels arbitrary,

forced,

and

unresolved.

Time: a constant evil

Makes you second-guess

But acquiesce

With heavy heart

The inevitable agonizing release

Let go

The comfort of the cliché, the mundane

And finally,

I can see again.

III. Realization

With little effort,

I flow through life’s fancy;

A mere fraction of eternity-

The wonderful, ominous nature.

Not one of us, insignificant:

I am lead of my own story

And the artist of my own experience.

Absorb.

Absolve.

Absolute.

Never spilling a drop,

I try

To make sense of my words

That you might comprehend:

Careful to express,

I still maintain

My peace of mind.