Daniel Clarke Art

Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-affronting ...

Mardi Gras!! 16" x 20" Acrylic on canvas board Ever since the flames licked my fair pink burning flesh, Beads fly by Kids grab for candy Bands...

In the dead of night when silence reigns Among dancing flames his kind face smiles Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep Love’s warmth defies iciness of death That chill...

Fool's Gold no.. 24 Acrylic on canvass board Every man wants a treasure Something loving and filled with pleasure With passion and companionship Is a remarkable accomplishment...

It's winter in Alberta And the gentle breezes blow. Seventy miles an hour, At thirty-five below. Oh, how I love Alberta, When the snow's up to your butt, You take a breath of w...

How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate. My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate. Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over. The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover. Honeysuckle and jasmine giving off its sweet perfume. Pretty lilies open wide, rose bushes in full bloom. In summer they stand tall and proud as the buds turn into flowers. I sit and watch as they all flourish and while away the hours. I see the little fledglings nesting high up in the trees. Bees in and out the bushes with their variegated leaves, Where they gather all the pollen, then soar into the sky. They're heading home at speed, returning to the hive. The melody of the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze Interwoven with gossamer cobwebs, at night the spider weaves. The sunshine sparkles on the pond where the water lilies grow. Golden fish and tadpoles swimming safely down below. It's all so very peaceful relaxing in the sun Where the butterflies flutter by having so much fun. The sun goes down and darkness falls, the moon is big and bold, Where all that live in the garden have a story to be told. The little gnomes are watching the pixies and the sprites Dancing by the wishing well, aglow with fairy lights...

Oh Venice! Venice! when thy marble walls / Are level with the waters, there shall be / A cry of nations o’er thy sunken halls, / A loud lament along the sweeping sea!’ Many write...

What is it about the West, brother, that makes us so eager for summit snow which proves too tall a test for those who crave the sky, who stretch before we die? We had the High ...

The majestic summit ascends like a shimmering twilight as misty cumulus clouds fade away behind the incandescent, crimson, golden sun. Ice-cold, frosty snow envelops the brown-co...

n the sea at the end of the west Curves of orange vermillion Mathematical perfection with the sunset It leaps, it vaults over: Like an arrow straight it flies Out of the fog - sky bridge Like a flowing golden gown...

A huge diamond necklace in jewel store adorns the heavens’ bespangled attire; yet lest I’m thought reckless with metaphor, if into this ep...

Laguna Beach longing Laguna Beach, I’m longing for highways that fade to sandy sidewalks and sunlight pouring down like golden rain in metallic hues of bronze and copper on skin softened by seabreeze and saltwater waves edged with lace-fine foam and artists who capture it all hanging above time-worn leather or galleries with auras of glass prisms and silver chrome vignettes of gas stations and traffic and crowded oceanside scenes suspended in time a sugar cone heaped with lemony gelato made salty sweet with Johnny Rocket’s fries a girl’s chlorine-bleached butternut macadamia hair dripping in coconut oils and pure light saturated pastel skies raked with spiderwebbing branches and stormed through with eucalyptus leaves she’s artlessly hanging of trees and becomes breathless smiles and bruised knees and one of those artists is brushing gold on plexiglass and she stands, coral pink flecked...