Summer’s blood flows,
stuttering neon
through cooling veins.
Stretched and thinned
it angles the skin
in dripping chills of rain.
It slows
in tentative light
and the falling glory
of the wings
of trees,
and dressed
in the multicoloured
motley
of a jester at a wake
it pulses
with the languorous
throb and angst
of autumn blues.
painting and poem by clinock.
The blue of that wonderful picture and the poem, so beautiful! That piece of art is now my fav. You are very talented!
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Bless you my friend for that wonderful comment…
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Love your use of color in that one….Hot!
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unlike the plummeting temperatures around here,,,thanks Hansi…
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The sound of your words create a sublime autumn melody, John.
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Thank you Marina for both of your generous and inspiring comments – you have transformed my chilly fall day into warm summer…
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Good thing I read Ina’s comment or I never would have clicked the title to see your amazing painting. Electrifying portrait looking in…
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neon
through cooling veins.
Such was my spark decades ago but calcification of the aortic network need Waffarin to make sure it flows through and gets everywhere needed.
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and yet you shine and flow with the energy of life Carl – whatever it takes eh…
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dressed like….A jester at a wake………. Isn’t that the truth. And more than the visuals, the mood. Yeah another season celebrated with…..finality. The humour about finality you hint at. The expression of the ‘face in blue’ reflects it with great harmony. Great Harmony!
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thanks Steven, as always you observe to the core…
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I too end up doing one big catch-up John. (re: your comment of the same on another post) This piece just slowed me down though and forced a comment!. It is truly stunning. The blue electrifies and the use of the oranges just strong enough.
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Thank you so much for your generous comment Lesley and for all of your likes – yes, I need to catch-up with you as well – will try to get there soon…
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