April Redux – 2013 – fragmented/enchanted

fragmented-enchanted

Even as the center holds,

various preconceptions

of mirrored identity,

(sensible face,

pedestrian limbs,

imagined organs),

fragment and

peel away,

shedding more than was known.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enchanted by fragmentation

I’m reluctant to leave

this sweet and bitter place

where honeyed magics

wing through space,

pollinating thought

and flesh, and dreams.

Waiting becomes me.

I paint the walls with lightning.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fragmented by enchantment,

a cellular accommodation

reforms my reformation

in a dance of Buddha love,

an attitude of slow turning

across the wavering tiles,

where I shape and shape again

the slow dissolve

of the waiting room I was.

 

 

photo collage and poem by clinock

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.

Deja vu – haiku – Siesta a Roma

Roma blind

shadows on the blind

prosecco intimacies

in afternoon heat

 

haiku and photo by clinock

redux 2014

Deja vu – haiku – Between

whiteyou on a blue raft

between blue sky and sea

dressed in blue silence.

 

smushing strawberries

between stained lips and tongue

taste my sweet juices.

 

sweetest summer wine

passed between your mouth and mine,

inhaling your eyes.

 

between us tonight

only a sighing of stars,

the scent of lilac.

 

Painting and haiku by clinock

edited redux from 2013

Deja vu – Sailing

sailing-now

Sailing so close to your shore,

navigating by stars

that fell through dreams,

and burning arcs of light

that spanned the impossible.

 

When first this chart was drawn

I missed them completely,

the sharp rocks and shallows

between my battered boat

and distant orchestras of you.

 

Then it was a fair wind on the sea.

Mermaids danced for me as I set sail.

My canvas swelled like swans

and nothing choked my passage

to your anemone arms,

your oyster thighs.

 

Now,

within reach,

I am scuppered.

 

Throw a rope

or wade out among these salty teeth,

take my prow,

guide me home.

 

photograph and poem by clinock.

Deja vu = edited redux from 2013.

Deja vu – Ghosts, Joan of Arc

joan of arc

Seeking sanctuary from the burn

I enter her cold and holy dance,

and am unmasked, and frozen

between armors of snow

and tundric nakedness

as she avalanches

to a purer love.

 

She moves in fires I cannot enter

and consumes my sleep in flames.

She pours herself through me,

a radiant and smoldering lava

scorching a charcoal path

on which I ride

to her bright beauty.

 

There is seduction in her conflagration

that binds me with smoky tongues

and releases 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.

Deja vu – edited redux from 2014.

 

the holiness of the heart’s affections

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“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of the imagination.”

Keats

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