Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

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

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Icarus

new days new ways

torn skies rip pathways into fire,

curves are acknowledged and abandoned,

edges are released from symmetry,

passages of burning hunger

hover in anticipation,

mystery is penetrated.

dropping, I unfold in fragments,

incinerated shapes of melted wings

ignite the cold airs of descent

and darken the beckoning landscape

with gestures of ash and flame,

as my shadow grows.

intimate luminosity is lost

consumed by the scorching of the fall.

this is the cruelest language of the sun

this blue impenetrable codex,

this stained banner of belief

flying a farewell.

Torn and reassembled acrylic painting and poem by clinock