like an ancient comic book,
or carved rock face,
centuries forgotten,
but valuable, inside.
still available from the publisher,
at a price.
like the burning heart that reaches
and twists the lower spine,
hurt upon hurt.
like the never resolved
and never forgiven issues
from the past.
this face, i see,
reminded
by a smell,
a colour,
a dream.
when the black and white
back issues rise again,
so surprised to be woken
from early hibernation,
longing, reaching out, swollen…
it’s a stretch…
I thought I understood
this backbone of connection.
But Obviously
i was wrong,
all the way along the line,
I was wrong.
It is an issue of each past
of us all
and the future of illusion.
Not,
as I thought,
connection.
Back then of her and him.
And this face,
‘Sand Worms from Dune’
she said, emerging.
Me? It was always Alice,
searching for an entrance
to the beautiful garden.
Looking down at her feet
a lifetime distance away…
Connection lost.
Back Issue. 18×14. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.
burning connections
i have many, and i love them all…
Ada, Anna, Alice… I see a pattern here 🙂 What a beautiful painting and personal poem.
I’m just an Alpha male pattern Ina…and thank you, happy you enjoyed both…
Thou hast been reborn!
every morning, hast and hast again, emerging from leaf piles and overcoats, it’s mind blogoling…
purging
old collections
~
burning
new connections
purging of the old and outworn
I am and will,
but the burning
of the new
I will not do.
so many new friends
gone to ash
already.
I leave all
intact
imprinting
lasting images
~
glaring light
etching memories
Loving the tribal vibe
do you hear the drums calling eph?
always! 😉