Unexpected muse – oscillating
in chiaroscuro tangos,
moon dance, fireflies, shifting light,
manifest yet amorphous in the night,
mysterious source, ambiguous arrivals,
uncharted departures.
A cracked piano in an old cafe,
waltz of anima and shadow,
words whispered – veiled metaphors,
images sent – fragments revealed,
suggested interplay of possibilities,
glimpses of visions.
Weaver of dreams, I recognize
those doors that open in your eyes,
the glittering fish that part your lips,
and the tangled webs of art and Eros
that search my hands, my head, my sleep,
and in the deepest dark of me
something is remembered
and released….
Painting and poem by clinock. 2013.
Painting: Musa Inesperada 1. acrylic on paper. 8″ x 10″. (Click on image for more detail).
It’ s beautiful to see your art again – especially “woven” into the emotionally vivid pattern of words…
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Thank you Ese…
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Wonderful painting and poem John.
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Many thanks my friend…
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The moon and dream weaver, the music, dance and cafe . . .. . Oh such imageries!! SoundEagle is afraid that the poem has outshone the painting here, not to mention that the former is expansive and the latter closely cropped, even granted that the painter seems to be “tunneling” into the askew countenance of the subject. Well done!
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Thank you SE. Your comment is much appreciated. For me, my stumbling words cannot compare to the dreamed image and reality of my muse. Her presence in my life is all to me…
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A muse to cherish 🙂 She is good for you, as she reminds you to do a tango in your sleep. When reality and dream are woven, it makes the best of art. The poem gave me illusions of the red and black and brown of a smokey café; the painting of the beautiful woman has different colours, but it still is a good match.
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The colours of my muse tango through my dreams – thank you for your sensitive words Ina…
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John you have pricked my interest in this unexpected Muse……would love to known more about her…….enlarged her image is about actual size and looks great. Well done!
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Robert, thank you. My muse is a mystery, even to me, and her magic depends on her remaining so…
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such a lovely interplay of words to reflect on on a grey, cold snowless day
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Thank you Helen – hope I have warmed you a little…
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Bravo, bravo!!!! So nice to know you’re back in the “groove” dear one.
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I bow to your ‘Bravo’ and do appreciate your comment MG – thanks…
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I thought that might be your reaction………muses need to remain a mystery or they loose their power to muse….Great post, Best wishes, Robert
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😉
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I really like the poem. It is wonderful when one’s muse visits. I often light a candle for mine.
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Me too CC and I say thank you…
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Your “Unexpected Muse” is beautiful, John.
Exquisitely intertwined with your words…
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Your generous words warm my heart Marina, very many thanks to you…
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Masterful poem and like pic- see different genre you do.
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Hummm – interesting…
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Hey, Chief! What if a few hundred people looked at one of your paintings and those who were inspired used it as a writing prompt? I’d love to pick one and share it!
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Sounds like a fabulous idea Anne. Having read your response to Musa Inesperada and having briefly visited your site I have a glimmering of how this works. Please feel free to pick a painting. They appear in past posts and also on my Gallery page. I look forward to seeing what comes from this – cheers, John
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She wore an emerald choker. In her world full of the dazzling, only she knew why she never took it off. It reminded her always of the color of envy. If she ever dared desire beyond admiration… surely desire would choke her to death in the end.
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That’s amazing Anne – your writing evoked by my painting – I am honoured…
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Exquisite poem which fits the painting wonderfully, John.
groetjes, Francina
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Thank you for your kind words Francina…
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A dark eyed muse who looks at you knowingly.. Just a memory or a reality ? I hope the latter 😉
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The veil falls…
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