tangled confusion,
fractured uncertainty.
one floats away
the other balances
on the edge.
the light is all wrong.
mazes keep in
bars keep out.
the fires lose heat
in the freezing air.
cold silence muffles
all meaning and
harmony is lost
to disintegrating
composition.
can this one be saved?
perhaps multiple layers
of white are needed,
a tabula rasa on which
to begin again
but this time
without the colours
of the heart,
simple earth tones maybe
applied with the practicality
of a tractor
ploughing a field,
a mechanical approach,
technical, rational
with no attachment
to the harvest.
Art and poem by clinock.
Art: Black Sphere. 24″ x 18″. acrylic on paper.
art rat cafe 
So many thoughts come from reading this poem, it is a mysterious enigma like a maze in itself. The beautiful blue image ( without the colours of the heart?) but with a bit of pink is superb again. I hope you will save it!
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Dear Ina, thank you…the poem of course is a metaphor, the painting does contain the colours of the heart, the suggestion of change is part of the metaphor. I probably won’t actually change the painting…
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My first reaction John……….don’t change anything. It does not need saving…….it works!….. and so does the poem. WOW!
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Thanks so much Robert…as I said to Ina it’s all a metaphor…the words relate to the painting, actually ,but also metaphorically in relation to my life. Change to the painting is also metaphorical…your comment is much appreciated…
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Understand John………our art and life are ONE…..
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absolutely Robert, no doubt about that at all…
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The poem says ‘…the light is all wrong…’ and yet the image seems to be falling into waiting spaces…very interesting dichotomy. Or maybe not falling into…maybe ‘…balancing on the edge.’ Very personal words John.
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I understand that this particular dance of text and art is not an easy one to follow but I think that’s okay because the inherent mystery empowers the reader to create their own story. Yes, the metaphor is extremely personal hence more difficult to understand. Thank you so much Steven for your words and thoughts…
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When something is both visual and textual and emotional and universal and metaphysical and revelatory it’s not always easy to ‘nail’ down the meaning! But it’s good to enjoy the meaningfulness! Thanks John for your reply.
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Good observation Steven and thank you for your response…much appreciated…
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“applied with the practicality of a tractor plowing a field” …a striking line. The whole poem sounds like the prelude to the eruption of spring while still being wrapped in winter.
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Very interesting interpretation Jana, thank you very much for it…
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Black sphere is a tabula rasa… perfect and untouched. Beautiful painting and poem, my dear John.
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thank you my friend…from the heart…
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Everybody, in a sense, is either investing or wasting, all the time, every day.
The survival of the soul through the change called death is on the
verge of being openly acknowledged by scientists and scholars of academic circles.
” This is the unveiling of the secrets of the Egyptian goddess Isis who declared truthfully that no mortal shall ever unveil her.
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Powerful words Celinda and I hear you well…thank you
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