October 2013 – Ghosts Pass By

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Ghosts pass by.

Abandoning armchairs,

stubbing out cigars,

quaffing the final drop

of vintage port

they float away,

down the back stairs,

checking their auras

in the cracked mirror

as they go.

 

Ghosts pass by.

Evicted from rooms

of haunted sleep,

they pass on, like wind,

like a Fellini parade,

a dust blown cavalcade

of ragged motley

seeking another home,

another creaking attic,

another empty shell.

 

Ghosts pass by.

Swathed in scars and chains,

autumn leaves and broken hearts

they pass the open window

of my glorious night.

Weeping phantoms,

restless souls and spirits,

their gaze is losing me

and I watch their sad ambling

with eyes of dawn.

 

Ghosts pass by

in feather boas, painted rags,

stained armor and cloaks of stars;

a susurration of shadows

shimmering with enchantment;

tears and whispers in the night.

Ghosts pass by, darkly inviting

but I turn and touch the sun,

and am exorcised again

in pulsing light.

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Acrylic painting and poem by Clinock

Edited redux from October 2013

 

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the Wonder, the Love, the Tears

 

To do the useful thing,

to say the courageous thing,

to contemplate the beautiful thing,

that is enough for one man’s life.

Sept 2014 – Ghosts – Joan of Arc

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Seeking sanctuary from the burn

I trespass her ice and holy dance

and am caught, unmasked,

between flaming carapace and tundric flesh.

 

She rises with a purer love

in fiery blizzards I cannot name,

consuming me in smoldering tears

by which I navigate her bright beauty.

 

There are red mysteries in her conflagration

binding me with smoking tongues,

releasing me in blinding light,

fusing me forever to this silent ghost of ash and passion.

 

Painting and Poem by Clinock

 

 

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.

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

The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

~~~~~~~~~~

The flowers of May

come and go.

~~~~~~~~~

The lilacs may last

a little longer.

~~~~~~~~~

Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

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

 

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.

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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