© A Verlaeckt Clark 2016
Night-Wanderer
This basalt sculpture looks solid and being columnar stands
like a sentry, with an eye to the future. The patterned patina
of rust makes the sculpture more beautiful. When life knocks
us off our feet we suddenly understand the journey of others
in similar situations and our empathy grows. Our strength
makes us more beautiful to others.
Steeled against darkness,
Drama sweeps mystery inward toward self...
Poised at the gateway of daybreak
And morning's edge,
A Night-wanderer
Conjures poetic visions;
An interpreting spirit-eye
Moves beyond sight,
Visually inspiring a sensitive heart.
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The Puzzle Box
I could feel a wooden Sri Lankan puzzle box within my hands
with a secret it seemed unable to share...
Within
The puzzle box
On wings
Of a
Disordered mind,
A secret
Swirls
Around and around,
Captured
By
Rusted silences.
Don’t we all love to hear uplifting stories of fragile
dreams that punched out a life heavy with losses
...and we all know many battles are won with positive
thoughts!
Whisper White
The weight of whisper white ash pushes out space...
Balancing, winds morph into gentle rhythms
conspired from steel dreams.
Passageways
Meditation gently leads me through passageways of my mind,
the busyness in life that seems to overcome all of us...I
compare that busyness to a rusted honeycomb. Reflection
leads to an inner, calming light.
Passageways
Listening to the breath within,
Tracing lighted moments through the shadows,
I heard a heart
Pounding her truth
In the passageways,
Speaking from silence...
Spring. a time of heightened emotions and promise,
arrives each year with a burst of tulips through the
earth...seeming to state with certainty that higher
powers rule.
Razor’s Edge
On an underbreath
Is the razor’s edge...
Here, time streams,
Emotions surge,
And
Steeled gateways open
To
Higher realities.
Sometimes we want to be shielded magically
from the world. Mostly, because we are
strong...like the landscape this stone comes
from, we can confront the world on our own
terms...isn’t the duality of human nature is a
wonderful thing?
The Shield
Cloud wisps lay shadow across sacred sands...
A tapestry of ancient realties stand forward,
braced, shield-like,
reflecting a universe onto itself,
honouring that landscape born of desire.
The Mountain
I ‘was’ afraid of heights but, challenged myself to
do the impossible and climb Mount Sigiriya in Sri
Lanka...this stone simply took me there...you can
see the clouds in the stone when the light shines
through it.
Triumphant
Though
Tempest-tossed
And
Distracted,
Challenged...
I have climbed
A Mountain peak
And
Through lazy clouds
Floating below...
Felt peace.
