Haunted, he wears his ghost lightly.
Woven on phantom air
the dream descends like spent ashes.
Singing, with pointed sticks
he marks the wing of the lightning,
as only a father might do.
Entangled in ghost tossed clouds
he follows his fractured dreaming
like a mother’s goodbye.
Haunted and enchanted,
he summons the cast of the moon,
the wash and cry of the sea.
The borders of sleep are burning.
Poem and pastel drawing by Clinock
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Inquisitive ghost
haunting bright Siena day
with curtained glances
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Photograph and haiku by clinock
Hungry ghost,
insatiable spirit,
I would free you first
amongst many if I could,
release you from your struggle
for relief and escape,
but you are mired so deep
in your painful longings
I cannot reach you.
Hungry ghost,
never satiated,
always searching, wild eyed
for the soothing elixir
that will fill the emptiness inside.
Tasting this and drinking that,
inhaling green and golden brown
mists of pleasure and illusion
to alleviate your loneliness.
Hungry ghost,
stripping the beauty of what is
with beaks of desire
to find fulfillment in what isn’t.
Hunting through nature and time
for more than is given.
Feeding on dreams
while the nurture of life waits
untouched around you.
Hungry ghost,
I would free me of you
and you of me,
exorcize these cravings
for the imagined, the untrue,
with chants of love
and a final act of will
dissolving these yearnings,
these haunted addictions
into clear mountain water.
painting and poem by clinock.
Cracked and whispering,
smeared
across frayed and faded
veils of memory,
dissolving
fractured interstices
of stained days,
the one alone,
lost.
Loss and paradox
chime
dried bones in dank tunnels
beneath a burning bridge
where bright darkness
casts an eye,
staring down my soul,
stirring my cells
translucent.
Intimate spirit
trapped,
struggling for escape
but chained
to rusting remnants
and luminous ice,
a nameless shadow
craving release,
freedom
to be loved into
tree skin,
sleeping rocks and gulls,
wolf and worm,
petal and seed.
To enter floods and dust,
and the rising moon.
To let go.
Transcend.
Mixed media painting and poem by clinock.
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