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
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).