Seeking sanctuary from the burn
I enter her cold and holy dance,
and am unmasked, and frozen
between unseen armor
and tundric nakedness
as she avalanches
to a purer love.
She moves in fires I cannot enter
and consumes my night in flames.
She pours herself through me,
a radiant and smoldering lava
scorching a charcoal path
on which I follow
her bright beauty.
There is mystery in her conflagration
binding me with smoky tongues
and releasing me in blinding light.
Her immaculate impossibility remains
and I am fused forever
to this sighing ghost
of ash and passion.
painting and poem by clinock
Amazing art and poem, John
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Thank you very much Gary
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…and I am ‘fused forever’ by your hauntingly beautiful words and painting, John!
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what a truly lovely thing to say…you touch my heart Marina…
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John, this is so strong, the poem and the painting, I hope you will get it in an exhibition, with all the wonderful blues and other lovely paintings, and your art. Or in a book. Best: both! A blog is nice, but your art deserves more exposure, in a proper settiing! ❤
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Ina, your constant positivity and support inspires me to continue to create and share and I thank you for this. I have been in a few group shows this year and even sold some pieces. A book is still a concept floating in my head and I procrastinate when it comes to the practicalities of making it tangible. Although not the perfect medium the blog does provide a viable and somewhat flexible platform on which to present art and poetry together and to hear valuable feedback from other artists and writers. In some aspects it is actually better than a physical gallery. ❤
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Passion and love ooze from your painting John only to be refined by your words. Flow and energy……exquisite!
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You are very kind to say so Robert, as always I am honoured by your words and thoughts, thank you my friend…
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A beautiful poem about transformation, replacing something which I thought to be destructive. I love the artwork too.
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Thank you so much Cheryl. There is a glory in Joan that haunts me but this also a metaphor with many levels of meaning for me…
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Love the highly graphic design of the female figure. Very vivid and seductive. Love the words. Such adoration. Many images to decipher in homage to her. Feels so European. And from another century. Maybe the first century ever.
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…”Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?”
Leonard Cohen.
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whispering spirits
energy
is never destroyed
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and it becomes who we are
and beyond
in who we might be
and beyond
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