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Happy Earth Day

Earth Day

up into the silence the green
silence with a white earth in it

you will(kissme)go

out into the morning the young
morning with a warm world in it

(kiss me)you will go

on into the sunlight the fine
sunlight with a firm day in it

you will go(kiss me

down into your memory and
a memory and memory

i)kissme(will go)

/ e.e. cummings/

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Tree photo by Sam Clinock.

“Earth without art…” photo – unknown source.


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light (love itself)

love itself

“In streams of light I clearly saw 
The dust you seldom see, 
Out of which the nameless makes 
A name for one like me. 

I’ll try to say a little more: 
Love went on and on 
Until it reached an open door
Then love itself 
Love itself was gone.”

song by Leonard Cohen

photo by clinock


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dark (leaving)

leaving. 16" x 20". pastel and conte on paper.

slipping quietly away

it took so long

the leaving

mute as shadows

step by quiet step by

tiptoed second

the slow disappearing

barely noticeable

the slow increments

of separation

the widening chasm

the darkening distance

between the leaving

and the left

the left behind

the wreckage

 the stripped bones

the abandoned child

the sheets of insomnia

the barbed and broken

understanding

slipping quietly away

taking nothing

leaving everything

to the silent drifts of night

drawing and poem by clinock.


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light (memoria italiana)

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“We’re in Italy,” you said,

“together”

and laughing you fed me oranges,

purple wine, cannoli and kisses

as Mediterranean light

danced through the window

and Italian voices rose

echoing

from the street below.

The beauty of your words

released me

from my traveling trance,

illuminating and

washing me in wonder,

amazed by the simple beauty

of being alive,

there, with you

in that blue and yellow day.

It poured through us,

that shining moment,

an ocean of ecstasy and liquid gold

and we helplessly surrendered

to its luminous tide

drowning willingly

in the deeps of colour,

the smells of olives, fish and sea

and the sound of distant singing.

Chair, roof tiles, window glass,

an arched Italian sky, your mirrored face

and the bright calling of bells

reflected radiance everywhere

dazzling and dissolving

behind closed eyes

as we inhaled each others breath

and exhaled the sun,

igniting southern stars.

 

poem and photo by clinock


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dark (almost)

dark almost

Dark, almost.

The trees already gone

and the reflected sky

not far behind.

Another clutch of breaths

maybe, before

utter blackness

shrouds the scene.

Just time enough to notice

that one surface

has begun to break.

poem and photo by clinock.


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light (dark heart)

darkheart2

dark heart

blue window

light whispers through tired tissue

pale relief

dark heart

dismembered

disfigured by translucent dreams

suspended

dark heart

illuminated

crucifixion behind stained glass

opacity

entering enlightenment

art and poem by clinock


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dark (april fools)

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two foolish ones

attempt

a meaningful conversation

in the night

on the doorstep of spring

their words

slow syllables

emerging

fragmenting

dissolving

their words

dance dark

and

dizzying waltzes

stumbling

falling

under starless skies

they cannot agree

who has the key

to the door

forgetting

it is never

locked

wanting to leave

but tangled

in webs of words

paralyzed

by the spider’s eye

two foolish ones

in the dark

struggling

to speak

to hear

while beyond the door

quiet

brightness

waits

 

poem and art by clinock.

acrylic and mixed media on paper. 12″ x 10″.


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light (angel)

angel

Doors opened in light.

Light arrowed

to winged promises

of flight.

Floating.

Falling.

Rising.

By this illusion of paint

and light

beacons are ignited.

Old desires,

not yet too rained upon

to catch a spark,

burn, fierce flaming

for my remembered

fallen angel.

They are not all

as they appear to be,

the angelic ones.

Some wear paper wings

easily dissolved by tears and time

or ashed by fires of passion.

Some wear cardboard halos,

pinned carelessly to fragrant hair,

creased and crushed by kisses.

She was not at all

as she appeared to be,

my angel.

Her moonlit votive

melted in the sun

blistering the heart

with burning tongues of wax.

Her skin absolved mine

with scents of white lilies.

Her fingertips traced

ecstatic ascensions to heaven.

Her miraculous eyes,

a mirage of turquoise lakes

in an empty desert,

blinded all seeing

like god at high noon.

Photo and poem by clinock.

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