Southern Muse Speaks to Northern Man.
Hear me and hear me closely,
for I speak in riddles.
My burning words melt meaning,
the freeze of my silence undoes the heart,
and both dance together
in the air between.
Hear me and hear me openly,
for I speak in paradox
and nothing in your reason can understand.
I am sun in the night, bones in the clouds,
the singing of rocks, beckoning farewells
and the sharpest tooth
of the scarlet rose.
Hear me and hear me wisely,
for I speak in truth.
You are not who you think you are,
but what you think, you are –
and this is the time to listen
and understand.
Hear me and hear me in love,
for I speak surrender.
There is no other path for you to walk
yet my compass and smudged maps
are only smoke and mirrors
on your journey.
Hear me and hear me in friendship.
For I speak of trust.
Welcome me to your winter with
true companions, sweet song and wine,
beauty, and bright magic.
Invite me in.
Poem and painting by clinock. Painting: Diptych, each panel 12″ x 24″. Acrylic on canvas. 2013. (Click on image for enlarged detail).
Awesome, mythical poem and painting :-0
Thank you…
such quiet mystery in the poem and burning colour in the painting!
Thank you Philippa – you summarize it so well…
Thanks John. I was just reading all the eloquent comments on Musa Inesperada 1. You have really connected with many bright minds.
They brighten my day and night – you included Philippa…
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Lovely, in the repeat of the lines and the Picasso-like painting!
Many thanks Ina…
Step by step getting closer, yet always remaining a mystery…through the words as well as in the painting…
Ah Ese, if you only knew how close you have come with your comment…
This muse you know all too well! I hope she was invited in!
Paradox, our life…
Thank you for this wonder of colors, shapes and words, John!
🙂
She is always invited in but sometimes turns away. Life, yes, constant paradox. Thank you for your words and inspiration Marina…
Whoa John that art is ROCKIN!!!!!
Has an amazing tribal feel.
Makes me wanna dance.
Great work.
Love the poem too.
Dance on Terry. Your response means a lot to me, thank you…
(quiet smile)… does “inesperada” mean “hopeless” (with all its possible interpretations…)?
so nice to visit you again, and I love the “new” photo! happy 2013, dear friend!
Hi Leslee, Inesperada in Spanish means ‘unexpected’. So marvelous to hear from you and to imagine your “quiet smile”. I’ve not received notifications of your postings for awhile – are you still blogging? Happy 2013 to you also in your new paradise – may the nature spirits of your home bring you great joy and peace…
Ah, I like “unexpected” much better, thank you, John! I’m still blogging in spirit, and I feel it’s nearing time to post again… It’s been a bit of a tumultuous time. Work has drawn me back to Atlanta, and I feel like I’m in the midst of a tug’o’war! Thank you for reminding me to call on my nature-spirit friends more strongly. Their voices become muffled in the city’s din, but I know they’re around… Hoping to interact more soon… 🙂
Always good to visit the city Leslee if only to remind you of the beauty you have left behind for awhile. Look forward to seeing you on-line again soon – hugs…
Getting your posts From my Email is kinda a cheat. I read your words yet don’t let you know I snuck in the back door to do so. Well, I love this painting and your words that flow with it. I’ve visited this email going on 5X so far, crazy huh?
You’re welcome to sneak in any door you like cookie – I appreciate your visits and lovely comment…
Those are really ‘hot’ paintings; love your use of color.
Thank you my friend…
Beautiful, John! Having breakfast & finding this post was a great start to my day.
A little clinock on your cornflakes sir? Glad to help kick start your day…
The parallel universe of mystery. I love this together. Says so much to me and trust. Stepping forward, going backward and always coming back with fear.
Your words are perfect Judy – I thank you for them…
What an inspiring painting…and the journey of a poem to go with it.
Many thanks for your generous words…
Attracted by the bold colors, I fall into the mystery of the shapes and lines writing a visual story to be told, and then read your poem. Catching up on your Musa series today… each stands alone yet are so connected. Excellant work, looking forward to what comes next.
I appreciate your visiting the series Nancy and am happy that you like the posts – #5 is the final one…
Your mojo is well and truly back John .. 😀
Ta very much luv…