called again to the gate
the door
the mirrored self
the mirage
the shimmering
silent veil
the mystery
waiting for a sign
yesterday
skies remained
closed
unaligned
empty
today
something
shimmering
out of the blue
beyond the gate
the door
the reflection
the mirage
the silent veil
a shimmering voice
an invitation
to dance
the mystery
maybe
an empty
shell
singing illusions
of oceans
maybe
waiting for a sign
before making
an entrance
into another
shimmering unknown
Painting and poem by clinock.
Painting: 11″ x 15″. acrylic on paper.
The light falling on the right part of the orange “torso” gives it body and those wonderful colours! I can’t take my eyes from them, but I love the poem as well. Lovely!
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thanks so much Ina…I know my art but am tentative about my poetry…to receive positive comments from you helps me understand I am maybe on the right road…I admire what and how you write…inspires me a lot…
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How exciting when the gate finally opens John……worth waiting for!
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Yes Robert, absolutely…Yes…
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Another inspiring post, John. I’m learning a lot here about process and play. And the juxtaposition between image and poem. I like seeing the colors you choose to compliment your poems…another means of communication….and the wave-like movement in the poem. A feast!
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A feast I hope was filling and comfortably digestible…thank you Jana…all falls into place when I learn not to interfere too much…
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…shimmering beauty. Once again, my friend: chapeau! 🙂
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my hat flies off my head at your comment…thank you Marina…
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unaligned skies…beautiful image…even rhyme…and all that luscious orange… (it feels warm)
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Thank so much Steven…I am into orange…sun and heat needed right now…you know…
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The painting, such vibrant blues and rich oranges. I could easily see this piece sold and admired. The poem is gorgeous, pensive, and relatable. Very nice
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Thank you Nicole, always appreciate your comments, happy too that you can relate…means a lot…
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Hot colors.
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Hot damn my friend…Thanks..where are you anyways?
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This fellow at the gate seems like an old friend. Still waiting on the threshold and sensing mystery. A lovely poem about anticipation of the unknown – life itself.
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Thanks Philippa, yes, a replay of this painting along with a new poem. Still waiting and wondering…
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