Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

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Veiled whispers are reversed.

 Putti are lobotomized.

 The Tree of Life dries and withers.

 Language crumbles

and

disintegrates.

 

Beware of straight black lines she says

and

listen carefully

to the poetry

of clouds.

 

The sky is smudged charcoal.

Birds fly upside down through falling ash.

Time cracks open

torturing music,

fragmenting silence.

 

A mad man wears The Crown.

Oh don’t you hear

the old gods

laughing?

 

 

Poem and art by clinock.

Enigma. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

14 thoughts on “Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

  1. Thanks for your visit Janice. When you listen bear in mind the music is what it is because it’s meant to be heard between the lines of the poem….

  2. Wow John…what a total experience! Your advise to Janice to listen to the music while reading the poem helped so much. The imagery created by the poem is so intense that the music helps digest it emotionally somehow. Guess in the end Enigma says it all.
    Excellent post!

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