one time
in a lifetime
of a thousand years
a prospect of purest
possibility,
an idea of beauty
embracing all,
an arching light
rises bright
on distant horizons
and one time
offers only
one chance
in its hands
to be a part
or be apart,
so he runs
with all of his might
be
through a twilight
of isolated colour
into an ever
narrowing angle
of possibility
until he is down
on his knees,
then prostrate
before the goddess
of one time.
mixed media painting and poem by clinock.
Love the ‘sequel’ or repetition of the running man….Is what is possible divided away from him…receding? The mood he runs in has no words but he is surrounded by words. Ornate calligraphy at his ankles…from the goddess of one time?
Thanks Steven, your comments are always perceptive and insightful. What is possible is divided from him but not forever for the goddess of chance calls from across the gap and gifts him, as you observed, with her calligraphy of hope…
One time ? Oh, oh. I’m 64 and there is a lot do get done yet.
Only 64 – just a young-un yet! I think you’ve already done so much Carl – bringing smiles and laughter to so many on your blog – what more could you need to do?
Absolutely stunning. I loved words and artwork. I always do, but this one is striking!
So very happy it spoke to you my friend…
The Godess of One Time has this runner…………”run off” his feet. Great post!
Thanks Robert – maybe your bike would be easier on your tootsies and lungs – following the goddess is always breathtaking…
I’m happy to follow her on my bike….
Hi John, what a wonderful combination of colour, poem and thoughts. Love it.
thank you my friend, that means a lot to me…