Haunted, he wears his ghost lightly, woven on phantom air. Haunted, his dream is delighting in an old, forgotten waltz, dancing through fractured clouds, to be close, to be partnered beneath skin.
Turning, with sharpened sticks of fire, he marks the wing of the lightning. Singing, he births colours and space; dancing, he enters through broken strings of a cracked violin, to be close, to be partnered beneath skin.
Entangled in ghost tossed glances he plays his fractured dreams. Entangled in haunting, enchanted and shining he summons, from the burning borders of sleep, the cast of the moon, the wash and cry of the sea, the bright intimacy beneath skin.
Pastel Drawing and Poem by clinock
… the burning borders of sleep
this poem woke me up inspired to start the day, and I also love the drawing
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Thank you Ina – enjoy another spin through space…
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I love this “Turning, with sharpened sticks of fire, he marks the wing of the lightning. ” Excellent poem and pastel..
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Thank you Helen…
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“he births colours and space” …an intense emotion. I will recall this as I paint today thanks.
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You are welcome – may your birthings today emerge as fire from a dragon’s mouth…
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This deserves reading over and over. Such yearning. goodness me!
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Thank you so much…
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Wonderful work John, exciting, both poem and painting.
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Your words mean a lot to me – thank you…
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I’m inspired this morning, to enter the dance!
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Dance on Painter Lady, dance on…
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though we have known each other over forty years your creativity in colours and words continue to awe me.
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Hola Moggy – how great to find you here! Thank you for your generous words, (and for the age reminder, I think? 🙂
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There’s that dog ghost again in the upper right corner. Beautiful colors.
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Ah, those old ghost dogs keep snuffling around…
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beneath skin 3 times. I think repeat or refrain very effective poetic device.
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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you…
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Love both the pastel and the poem. They complement each other beautifully.
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Thanks for your visit and kind comment…
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Which came first? Poem or pastel? The words interplay so well with the art that I cannot imagine one without the other.
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Pastel first – and I thank you for the comment because that was my intent…
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