Birthday Poem

Fragmented Enchanted

After all is said and done

it’s just a rainbow ‘round the sun,

another ring-toss ‘round a star,

a bear stuck in a honey jar,

an ancient number scratched in rock,

a ticking tap, a dripping clock.

Years pass like apes in papered parlors,

time is their hunger

and we’re all bananas.

 

What more can be said at another turning?

We grow older and sometimes we grow.

We are so very young.

We move from light into darkness

and back into light.

We come often to the edge

and peer over – encountering ourselves.

We merge our colours with gentle care.

We learn from losing.

We are never quite the same

after we have kissed the sun.

What we have separated before its time

always returns when least expected

to be blessed and clarified.

Each circle brings problems bearing gifts,

each turning is a mirror in which we are reflected

and our reflections are our shining,

and our shining is our love.

Art and Poem by clinock (redux)

‘The 100’ #6 – From the Heart.

From the Heart – by clinock. 10″ x 12.5″. acrylic, photocopies, Letraset, magazine text & pics and pen; on paper.

Inspired by the central image, a heart from a very old Scientific American magazine. The entire piece, including the fragmented text, is for you to interpret with your own story.

For explanation of ‘The 100’ see my ‘Post Number 100’

‘The 100’ #5 – One Time.

One Time – by clinock. 6″ x 8″. acrylic, photocopies, Letraset, handmade paper, magazine text and pen; on cradled panel.

This is one of my ‘Running Man’ series that incorporates a figure ‘liberated’ from photo studies of human movement by Eadweard Muybridge (1830-1904). Muybridge’s  photos, taken with multiple cameras, were intended to examine locomotion. They show repeated images of a man running, as if on the spot, without a destination – getting nowhere fast! There was a time when this symbolized my life. The title echoes two words in the collaged text, but also the fact that we have only One Time in this life, and too short a time to spend in stressful and meaningless running about trying to fulfill expectations set by others. The text and images exist in an arena that is ambiguous and open enough for you to interpret how you will, discovering your own story.

For explanation of ‘The 100’ see my ‘Post Number 100’