it is not so long since
you fell away
into unexpected distance
and fragmented silence,
and yet, as in knowing you,
it fills a lifetime.
this summer night
wraps me in your absence,
warm and stitched
by wired crows
blackly drawn
on electric staves
scratching empty sky
with torrid blues.
dusked and lost
I walk in circles as
you crystallize in me,
a rose between my ribs,
wild surf in my eyes,
brambles penetrating bone,
hot winds across my thighs
and a dislocation
in my reaching hands.
I wonder how it is for you
to have me rolling
in your highway head
like a loose marble
in a roaring train;
rattling, tickling, falling
between bare legs
under your clutch,
sounding a different beat
to the radio’s song.
this is a space of consequence,
a chant of meditation,
a cello in an empty church,
the long cry of a loon,
howling of ragged wolves
in moonlight
and all the choirs of my heart
calling you home.
/ art and poem by clinock /
Another good one John……the art reminds me of hieroglyphics and mexican/mayan art……….more mystery!
not so mysterious Robert – long visits to Mexico have had strong influences on me – thanks for connecting…
No words to say how wonderful this poem is.
from you Ina this is praise indeed – thank you for your support and inspiration – always…
This is just fantastic. A rolling carnival wagon of images and textures and thoughts. I really feel like I’m in a time and place of wooden wheels and somebody in touch with such textures. Very emotional and I can see how the images reflect/relate to the words of loss.
Insightful and beautiful comment Steven – I thank you so much…
Your words are so evocative John. I love this.. – a rose between my ribs.. your words are quite brilliant…
Thanks very much Helen, always appreciated…
This poem. ..It’s both brilliant and painful and beautiful. Thank you for your writings.
and thank you for your generous words…