Tom’s Moon

October moon

Tom Petty died Oct 2, 2017, age 66.

another Wilbury gone,

another empty chair,

another orphaned guitar.

 Rest in Peace Tom,

this full moon’s for you, and thank you

from my heart

for all your rockin music.

 

 

 

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Lilac Moon

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Full moon tonight.

Her name is Lilac Moon,

Womb of Spring,

Hidden by Clouds.

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The lilacs are out in Vancouver.

Spring always smells like you,

but it never lasts.

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The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

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The flowers of May

come and go.

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The lilacs may last

a little longer.

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Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

Painting: 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm). Acrylic on paper.

 

Stranded (renovation art 8)

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ocean man, stranded

high and dry under full moon,

losing the magic

of the sea.

 

ocean man, longing

for waves and distant thunders,

knowing the sacrifice

of sadness.

 

ocean man, dreaming

of the salt and foam of tides

surrendering the dream

forever.

 

 

Art and poem by clinock.

Stranded. H.7″ x W.6″ x D.6″. Fired and stained clay.

Harvest Moon

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She spells and conjures me

beyond resistance.

She strings and dances me

through frantic streets,

her hapless marionette,

clacking limbs

and wooden heart.

 

I am played and plucked

with ivory fingers

my strings vibrating

as she paints me

with this lunar grin,

new moon on her back

Cheshire feline fading.

 

It cannot last, this phantom face,

this bright madness.

She has me by the balls

and won’t let go.

She pulls me inside out

and whispers secrets

I don’t want to know.

 

Mistress, muse and madam,

Priestess and lover.

She commands me

and all my gestures.

Such brief moments

of elaborate ecstasy,

endlessly repeated,

is all i ask.

 

moon photo thanks to Google Images / poem by clinock

Full Moon in Leo

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Full moon in Leo,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

ciphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Transmitting

another style of day

she floods our veins and

volcanic passages

erupt through forests

where we lie down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone

we chase our breath,

defy gravity,

cross the Great Water

into the mystery.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

beating our wings

against reflections

in the window of the mirror

of the sun.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.

Edited redux.

Solstice – Full Moon – Summer Magic

solstice_2“In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the nameless makes
A name for one like me.

winged heartI’ll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.”

 

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Harvest Moon 2

Words by Leonard Cohen.

First three photos by clinock.

Final photo thanks Google Images.

Harvest Moon

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Full moon conjuring

beyond resistance.

She strings and dances me

along electric streets,

her hapless marionette,

clacking limbs

and wooden heart.

 

I am strummed and plucked

by ivory fingers

a lunar mandolin,

and she paints me

with this grin

for everyone I meet

and their dog.

 

It is not my doing,

this bright madness,

she has me by the balls

and won’t let go.

She pulls my eyes

into her pulsing orb,

blinding me.

 

She commands me

and all my gestures,

but when I look

into her autumn face

I see only you,

born of fields of gold,

sweet moonshine.

 

moon photo thanks to Google Images / poem by clinock