Studio Brushes – Four Haiku

magic-forest

 

magical forest

blossoming through yielding touch

coming in colours

 

canopy caressed

rising wood adheres to hand

viscous sap flowing

 

thrusting branches stroke

pigmented liquids flooding

sensuality

 

rooting and seeding

treetops sway and dreams are born

sylvan mystery

 

 

photo and haiku by clinock

edited redux 2014

Shaman (renovation art 3)

shaman-3

shaman

Shape shifter,

Sometimes winged,

Sometimes four legged.

Woman, man, fish, amoeba,

Bone and card reader,

Weaver of dreams,

Midwife and mortician,

Magician and Fool.

 

Beyond right and wrong,

Always and forever

He is deeply here

At the pulsing center

Of my life,

And I dance his mystery

Into drumming kaleidoscopes

Of wonder.

 

Art and Poem by Clinock.

Sculpture: Shaman, by Clinock. H. 13″ x W. 5″ x D. 5″. Fired and stained clay.

Deja vu – Sailing

sailing-now

Sailing so close to your shore,

navigating by stars

that fell through dreams,

and burning arcs of light

that spanned the impossible.

 

When first this chart was drawn

I missed them completely,

the sharp rocks and shallows

between my battered boat

and distant orchestras of you.

 

Then it was a fair wind on the sea.

Mermaids danced for me as I set sail.

My canvas swelled like swans

and nothing choked my passage

to your anemone arms,

your oyster thighs.

 

Now,

within reach,

I am scuppered.

 

Throw a rope

or wade out among these salty teeth,

take my prow,

guide me home.

 

photograph and poem by clinock.

Deja vu = edited redux from 2013.

fāz/the Jester and her Jester

A jester and her jester

Why are we not all born

with a jester attached?

With us until we die.

To keep us awake.

To remind us of the truth.

To fill mortality with laughter

and the jingle of bells?

If the jester

listens to her jester

as the brain listens to the heart

she may eventually find peace

among the flow and thrust

of our twisted ribbons.

Are we finally saved then,

can I relax now

or did i get it wrong again?

I’m certain I saw a family resemblance

and, it was only yesterday was it not

that the ferryman winked at me?

And although the days are losing definition

I’m certain it was the same day

you made a necklace out of acorns

and hung it around my neck, laughing.

The partnership is blessed

and sacrificed

at the same moment.

The breast to the memory stone.

Not a circle after all but an arc.

And all is suddenly Carnival,

bright and loud and gilded,

showing the folds and creases

of pockets and wallets and bags

as we leave them at the door.

Unburdened

we are

free to dance.

The Jester and her Jester. 18×14″. Acrylic on paper on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.

October’s face.

October's faceOctober’s face

torn by wet winds

erodes and decays,

entering a deep

and melancholic

sleep.

 

It’s a worn and aging mask

painted with autumn

landscapes,

dreaming of sunflowers

broken by storms,

trees ripped into

spinning kaleidoscopes

of red and gold confetti,

and

tire marks

in the snow.

 

October’s face,

up against the wall of time

disintegrates,

fragments,

descends with the leaves

towards darker days.

 

Its beauty is short

but the fall

is long.

 

poem and photo by clinock (edited redux).

photo: found wall art, Vancouver. Thanks and Credit to unknown artist.

Autumn Resurrection

Resurrectionsometimes, even

in the season

of dying and farewells

the broken,

the rusted,

the rejected

are touched by magic,

resurrected,

garlanded in lights

and flowers,

transmogrified

and honoured

as fallen leaves

and a tenuous sun

ride summer memories

through October streets.

 

photo and poem by clinock.

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Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.