Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

Version 2

Veiled whispers are reversed.

 Putti are lobotomized.

 The Tree of Life dries and withers.

 Language crumbles

and

disintegrates.

 

Beware of straight black lines she says

and

listen carefully

to the poetry

of clouds.

 

The sky is smudged charcoal.

Birds fly upside down through falling ash.

Time cracks open

torturing music,

fragmenting silence.

 

A mad man wears The Crown.

Oh don’t you hear

the old gods

laughing?

 

 

Poem and art by clinock.

Enigma. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

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Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

The Red Stool

Lonely child you were,

is it too late to be your friend?

Selfish child you were,

always wanting what you could not have,

red ball, red stool.

I give them to you today.

 

Pretty child you were,

transformed into an old man now.

Is it too late to fold you into me

and love you for who we are

and who we were

and who we will be?

 

I confess I abandoned you,

I was out of my mind and

you were lost in the mazes of my heart.

I confess I believed

I could walk the years

without you.

 

Art and poem by clinock.

The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.