two foolish ones
attempt
a meaningful conversation
in the night
on the doorstep of spring
their words
slow syllables
emerging
fragmenting
dissolving
their words
dance dark
and
dizzying waltzes
stumbling
falling
under starless skies
they cannot agree
who has the key
to the door
forgetting
it is never
locked
wanting to leave
but tangled
in webs of words
paralyzed
by the spider’s eye
two foolish ones
in the dark
struggling
to speak
to hear
while beyond the door
quiet
brightness
waits
poem and art by clinock.
acrylic and mixed media on paper. 12″ x 10″.
art rat cafe 
Ah, John, what a beautiful opening to the All Fools’ Day! Happy April, my friend! 🙂
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Thank you very much Marina and a Happy April to you too my friend…
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they cannot agree
who has the key
to the door
forgetting
it is never
locked
Sounds like all world leaders at conference
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Right on Carl, just perfect…LOL..
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Again a perfect compliment of image and the words of your poem………each describing and enhancing the other. The painting is as complex and intense as their conversation. Well done John!
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Thanks Robert, it means a lot to me that it meant this to you…
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ı like “DARK (APRIL FOOLS)” too 🙂
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that makes me more than happy my friend…
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Love to see your artworks my dear friend…
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Love the poem and the imagery. The door never locked made me think of how often unlocked metaphorical doors seemed locked in my own foolery.
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yes, that’s often the way it is, in all of our fooleries…thank you for your thoughts Nancy…
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