Musa Inesperada 2

Southern Muse Speaks to Northern Man.

Hear me and hear me closely,

for I speak in riddles.

My burning words melt meaning,

the freeze of my silence undoes the heart,

and both dance together

in the air between.

 

Hear me and hear me openly,

for I speak in paradox

and nothing in your reason can understand.

I am sun in the night, bones in the clouds,

the singing of rocks, beckoning farewells

and the sharpest tooth

of the scarlet rose.

 

Hear me and hear me wisely,

for I speak in truth.

You are not who you think you are,

but what you think, you are –

and this is the time to listen

and understand.

 

Hear me and hear me in love,

for I speak surrender.

There is no other path for you to walk

yet my compass and smudged maps

are only smoke and mirrors

on your journey.

 

Hear me and hear me in friendship.

For I speak of trust.

Welcome me to your winter with

true companions, sweet song and wine,

beauty, and bright magic.

Invite me in.

 

Poem and painting by clinock.  Painting:  Diptych, each panel 12″ x 24″. Acrylic on canvas. 2013. (Click on image for enlarged detail).