May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

dreams for sale

Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.

I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.

I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.

Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.

It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.

 

ghosts cannot rest

in this dislocated bed

 

perplexed by labyrinths of iron

and the endless touch of the living

 

their spines and cheeks

never crease the haunted sheets and pillows

 

outside looking in I’m inside looking out

whispering to the reflected dead

you are loved and you are loved

and you are free

 

Walk on

Photo and Poem by clinock.

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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.

Ghosts – Dreams for Sale

bed1Ghosts sleep

behind this window glass,

their memories confused

by labyrinths of iron

and caresses

of prospective buyers.

 

Their spines and cheeks

leave no impression

but I see them,

layered deep in time,

all who slept and dreamed and loved

on this Baroque and dislocated bed

embraced in the arms of Morpheus.

 

The antique sign says

“Dreams for Sale.”

Outside looking in

I am inside looking out.

My face reflects

on haunted pillows.

I pause,

whisper

“You are loved”

and walk on.

 

 Photo and Poem by clinock. (edited redux)

Ghosts – the alone

ghost1Cracked 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.

dark (almost)

dark almost

Dark, almost.

The trees already gone

and the reflected sky

not far behind.

Another clutch of breaths

maybe, before

utter blackness

shrouds the scene.

Just time enough to notice

that one surface

has begun to break.

poem and photo by clinock.

called again to the gate

at the gate

called again to the gate

the door

the mirrored self

the mirage

the shimmering

silent veil

the mystery

waiting for a sign

yesterday

skies remained

closed

unaligned

empty

today

something

shimmering

out of the blue

beyond the gate

the door

the reflection

the mirage

the silent veil

a shimmering voice

an invitation

to dance

the mystery

maybe

an empty

shell

singing illusions

of oceans

maybe

waiting for a sign

before making

an entrance

into another

shimmering unknown

 

Painting and poem by clinock.

Painting: 11″ x 15″. acrylic on paper.

Shadows On My Wall

Shadows 2

shadows on my wall

memories of your sweet light

now you are away

 

photo and haiku by clinock