Demented Confessions 3 – The Red Stool

The Red Stool

Lonely child you were,

is it too late to be your friend?

Selfish child you were,

always wanting what you could not have,

red ball, red stool.

I give them to you today.

 

Pretty child you were,

transformed into an old man now.

Is it too late to fold you into me

and love you for who we are

and who we were

and who we will be?

 

I confess I abandoned you,

I was out of my mind and

you were lost in the mazes of my heart.

I confess I believed

I could walk the years

without you.

 

Art and poem by clinock.

The Red Stool. 10″ x 8″ (25.4 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

Self Portrait as Parquet Flooring under Renovation

SP as parquet flooring

sometimes it’s elusive

fragile

exhausting

this renovation thing

this endless penitential kneeling

inhaling

 sawdust and glue

to make new

that which is broken

like living in a smashed mirror

or walking on ice

that’s cracking

all around you

one needs to surrender

every molecule

of attention

to that shining orb inside

 called home

otherwise everything begins

to fragment

and the danger is

forgetting

which part fits where

and why

conte drawing and poem by clinock