Go gentle into the yield (Edit 2)

[Truerenigma]

The Muses sang on mount Helicon
but a richer fountain of inspiration
sprang up and melted the mountain.
It's hard to picture "inspiration" springing up to melt a mountain. This stands out, because the rest of your images, whether they involve abstractions or not, are much stronger.
Graceful strength flowed
from within the hoof stuck sacred mount.
Once released, the flood gushed down the slopes
in a joyous overflow, where it danced
as glimmers of hope in puddled cups.
Creativity, mounted on wings of unbridled dreams,
swam the great divide from heart to mind
and filled the clay pots with poetry. The sonics in this line would be much stronger if you omit "the". Don't take my word for it. Try it for yourself. Also, the article isn't needed anyway, and makes me wonder, "which clay pots?"

Like a leaf in still waters,
I quiet myself. I like this image, and the meditation. A nice transition to set the mood for the strophe. I mean I really like it. I'm going to use it.(Not steal it for a poem, zen.)
The inner steel is set aside as I wait
in softness, yielded to the need to be joined.
The smallest flicker of motion
becomes an avalanche
of information that moves in waves;
ripples that quicken and bring to birth
the whispered invitation.
here you have an avalanche of information that turns into a (presumably) tsunami-like wave. It kinda of works actually, in a transmutable energy audio tape meditation type of way. l like it, but it could perhaps be simplified a bit.
The offered step is taken,
the un-haltered horse turns. Nice line. But again this horse was a leaf right? Well, that was just a simile...until...


Subtle undercurrents
of connection swirl,
momentarily held
in deep pool reflections,
that are measured in mirrored steps.
Breath mingles, held by fragile trust,
a bond forged by that first touch.
The waters of Hippocrene
will carry this lifeless leaf ...here...
beyond the pride of the fall,
to distant shores where I can let go
and dance with gentle strength
as I whisper my reply.

A nice meditation. I like the myth, and the poem.

The leaf and the horse took me for a bit of a ride though, are there two figures? I wondered for bit if the leaf was replying to the horse, the poet to Pegasus, so to speak, which I think is an excellent idea. If so it could be perhaps clarified a bit, and wouldn't the horse be the bringer of the information? And maybe work on your first two lines a bit.

I enjoyed this, thanks for posting.