Saturday, December 18, 2010

homecoming







































After the rodeo
of flour and gift wrap
settles to a powder
of glitter-dust,

there is a lull, a lust,
before young broncos
gallop the horizon, home
for a brief chuck-wagon

of mad, rawhide roping
and doting. I ponder the past,
the litter, the barren task
of a cyclone’s patina,

the bucking, testing
and crossing of lines,
an empty pen, and the thrill
to ride again, for just a day.




Tess Kincaid
December, 2010




Would you like me to read it to you?


86 comments:

  1. Oh, how lovely, Tess! I become very nostalgic at Christmas time--I never have all my family together for Christmas, so there's a certain sadness in that, but we will all talk and reminisce and miss one another. The traditions help to keep us in each others' thoughts and love. Enjoy all your broncos!

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  2. Oh delightful and said so magically
    Your home is so magical in itself..of course they come home
    home is in the proverbial heart...and your home has much heart I believe
    beautiful tree...you have prepared the way like a good witch hee hee

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  3. here they are again
    these "words making
    love" at willow's.

    rodeo riders roost
    ( i know, alliteration IS overused, but fun on the tongue)

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  4. Wow, Christmas with a western theme! So unique, so original.

    Then again, so is your blog! The picture's beautiful, too!

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  5. Oh, you certainly have a way with words.
    You certainly have a way of seeing.
    You certainly have a way with living.
    You certainly have a way of being.
    You certainly have...

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  6. Beautiful words, as always. I love how they just flit through the air...just like little broncos :)

    ~Jen

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  7. Sounds as if it will be an action packed day! Enjoy every minute of it.

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  8. "roping and doting"
    I just love this combination - it seems to say so many different things.

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  9. wonderful tree and oh all those delicious presents. I hope your one day rodeo ride is exciting and full of love and laughter

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  10. Nice one Tess . . . nicely evocative.

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  11. Your young broncos are lucky to have such a wonderful home and mother to come home to. Cherish every moment!

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  12. It was wonderful to hear you reading, and the poem is very poignant, especially in your voice...

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  13. lovely, Tess. savor the broncos back in the fold for a moment or two of "roping and doting". love that!

    one phrase made me wonder, an "empty pen."

    one should never ask what the poem means to the poet, I have been told, but i did wonder what this image meant.

    your pen is always so full, so richly expressive. so i wondered.

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  14. I like the rodeo analogy, the sense of something we stage but only partially control, combined with the excitement and the physicality of it all. And the thrill, of course. Liked it very much.

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  15. Angella, the empty pen in this piece represents the empty nest, the fact that my children are grown and gone from home. It's a pen in the corral sense of the word, as opposed to the ink type.

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  16. Absolutely delightful Tess. Here's wishing your bronchos a safe trip home.

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  17. Dear Tess,
    Another gem from your goody bag of gifts for us! Merry Christmas one and all !!!

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  18. The rodeo theme of your poem...perfect!

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  19. a rodeo christmas...delightful

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  20. Without a doubt..just for a day! And grateful for that..love the tree!

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  21. Greetings of the Season Tess,

    Wishing you a Happy Holiday Round-Up!

    Marjorie

    P.S. Have you seen the new Bill Nighy film -Wild Target? I think you'd approve.

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  22. Eee Hah! Wonderful take on wrapping Christmas presents and get togethers.

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  23. Your tree is beautiful! And your words are so touching this time of year.

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  24. ahhhh, wonderful!

    thanks for indulging my curiousity, dear Tess.

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  25. Such joy in the images, the words, the voice, but no denial also. I hope the stables are warm.

    Well, you have your icicles on the wall as you like them, but hardly nail-blowing weather here on Corfu yet. So inspired I might post something soon, could have more time next year. My fondest wishes to you Tess and all. Bob

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  26. Perfectly captured portrait of the Christmas aftermath. (love the addition of lovely Christmas cards to the Manor tree...may be compelled to copy you)

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  27. Thanks, Stevie, it's a combination of wooden icon plaques and paper cards. Also added a bunch of old chandelier crystals this year. Pollyanna would be glad.

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  28. cue up a little Copeland in the background for this, and how about some spicy chili? yee ha

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  29. Finally, a genuine Christmas poem,
    wrapped in a bright saddle blanket,
    and mother's heart. That tree belongs
    in Homes & Gardens; even Martha
    Stewart would be envious, for sure.
    love the lines /the barren task of
    a cyclone's patina/ and makes me
    aware of the beauty of old wood
    and brass, silver, and gold; all things
    one finds around the manor.
    This Christmas all three daughters,
    the two grandsons, and a .6 grand
    daughter will be at our ramada.
    Your young bronchos imagery
    will be twice blessed when the
    grandchildren make their appearance.

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  30. Your Christmas tree is just beautiful as always, dear! xoxo
    :) The Bach
    Lord Thomas of Wellington

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  31. Yes, enjoying it all, the words as I read them, the images that came to mind, your voice reading it to me and the tree is wonderful. It just says "manor" to me, at least how I imagine it all to be. Feels like if I walked in someone would hand me a cup of warm cider and I'd get to sit by a roaring fire.

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  32. Gawd, you can read. I swear to god, I read the poem (too quickly) and then pushed play and you sent it home for me. Frig frig, your voice is beautiful. It causes me to listen:)

    xo
    erin

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  33. Oh, wonderful words Tess.
    And I love your ikons!

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  34. I love the way you play with words and paint wonderful pictures.
    We also have an empty nest, ours will be gathering here on Tuesday then are off to other places, other scenes.

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  35. Always a pleasure to stop by here...the manor house is looking mighty fine and the prose is flowing!

    Top o' the season to you!!

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  36. Willow,
    Even if for only a day or moment; 'tis worth every second!
    rel

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  37. Nice. I enjoy the sentiment, but envy it, too. No young broncos coming home to my house this year. Since the grandkids are so little, we go there. But it's just not the same. This is the third year in a row I haven't even bothered with a tree.

    Love your poetry as always! And your tree looks pretty sharp, too.

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  38. Hope it's a wonderful day for you and yours...I do so know the feeling of the wild ride and the fun.

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  39. Dear Tess: Your tree is impeccable! The theme of the rodeo is so appropo, it is a "wild ride"! Particularly love the line;

    "an empty pen"

    Perhaps a luscious elusion to some esoteric reference or an allegory analagous to the feeling of Mom being quite "spent" after the roping and "cyclone" of "flour" and "glitter" star dust magic of Christmas..Oh Yes!". Had a bucking good time. I sense a cowboy hat and hobby horse for Mom is in order here!And yes, it is all so worth it! "Hey Gang! Itis time to Chow down at Ma's Chuck Wagon! Ye~haw!(knowing your mid-west roots makes this poem so relevant with much revelation!)Merry Christmas!

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  40. Such a rich and eloquent metaphor!
    Yesterday my oldest daughter came home from boarding school and tonight she and a few loud, laughing friends are making cookies and peanut brittle and playing their music too loud . . . and well, it IS a raucous rodeo.

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  41. Lovely thoughts and a beautiful tree! Savor that lull before the rodeo begins anew!

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  42. Tess-- Your poem is a reenactment of a Christmas day when my four children were at home -- loved that time. -- barbara

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  43. I LOVE it! A little Copeland RODEO on the record-player. Ride 'em cowboy! And a Merry Christmas at the Manor

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  44. I wouldn't mind hog tying a few of my wild ones. Two "snow days" here in NC and the fillies are restless! Thank you for the beautiful imagery (photo & poetry wise) and the beautiful blog. Merry Christmas!

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  45. Oh, Tess. You are good. And that photo -- the light in it -- so beautiful.

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  46. i always like you to read to me.

    merci

    sweet

    willow

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  47. Its beautiful! Just like Willow Manner :)

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  48. Your tree looks very interesting.Could you show some closeup photos of some of your ornaments? I once worked with an art teacher who conducted intriguing seminars annually with the great stories of each ornament he had collected for years. I'm sure you have great taste in tree ornaments with equally interesting stories. BTW, I love your first name, as well as your aka Willow. In my next life, I want to get a great name.

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  49. I love this poem, Tess. So many layers, so much meaning, exquisitely spare and trenchant.

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  50. I like this cowboy Christmas.

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  51. Christmas and Cowboys
    {rodeo theme}...

    You take me home in this short prose today. Thank you.

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  52. Oh did this one ever tug at my heart...
    just wonderful :)

    Rene

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  53. That is a Country Living Tree if ever I saw one.

    Have a great Christmas Tess x

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  54. Hi Tess! I am not sure that you need another compliment :) But, thank you.

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  55. So many feelings conveyed through one poem. Enjoy your broncos...

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  56. I love the metaphor, Tess. To have the young broncos back in the pen for just a while...sweet.

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  57. I can just imagine how much your heart is invested in everything you do. So very detailed and yet not overdone. Elegant and homey.

    And I love hearing you read , btw.

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  58. I love the photo, and the poem..

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  59. Great way of expressing the feelings that go with the season. Enjoy your buckaroos!

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  60. Absolutely beautiful, and picture perfect.

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  61. Pardon me, Ma'am, while I spit.
    Now rustle me up a real man's dinner...cookies and milk.
    I reckon you've got a real purty mouth thar, Ma'am. Yup, I'm good at reckoning Ma'am. You got anymore reckoning needing done around the Manor, Ma'am?

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  62. Maybe you 'broke' those broncos in the the past? Now you can just enjoy the ride!

    You are so gifted with talent...and you USE it! And that photo of 'ME'...WOW! I like, I like, Yes.

    And...Tess Kincaid, I would always prefer to 'hear' your readings as I scan the words. Thank you SO much!

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  63. Phil, Darlin', did I read this here piece slow enough for ya? I'm a reckonin' there's plenny of Hoosier twang there.

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  64. Yes, Ma'am! :)

    btw..that 'me' photo in your sidebar is perfect for the 'dust'jacket of your book of poetry whenever you get around to publishing.

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  65. Thanks, Phil. I will! And it's going to be soon. :^)

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  66. I love your tree and I love when you post pictures of the manor. It always looks just the way I think it should. Wishing you love and joy this Christmas season.

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  67. Tess, What a lovely tribute to Christmas and family. Tight writing. Awesome.

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  68. Rope-and-dote. I like that!
    Wonderful tribute to what these brief homecomings mean. Thank you.

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  69. Stunning for its simplicity -- tone, diction, imagery -- really I got much to learn from you! Thanks for sharing!

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  70. i LOVE it!!! how creative and full of life you describe this, stirring the most beautiful images in my head

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  71. Thanks for a fun Christmas poem! I like.

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  72. fantastic write, Love the last stanza ....taking us forward..to write again...also, love that painting the one you used before with the black hat....my mind has come to associate that picture with you and Willow Manor...it appears gender indifferent and so intiguing....blessings...bkm

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  73. And they shall return for a moment....again and again...how precious those moments are! This is lovely Tess! I love your tree! :-)

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  74. I always knew you were part cowgirl at heart, Tess. ;-)

    Sorry I missed last week's magpie...I am back on line now, tho.

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  75. Returning home always stirs emotions, especially this time of year. Enjoyed your reading very much; brings out the layering to the metaphors. Merry Christmas1

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  76. I love this! So wonderful and fun for the holiday!

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  77. you set a wonderful scene that i could well relate too as my three go crazy christmas morn...all the best and enjoy the festivities...pete

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  78. Tess,
    If only to be a cowboy just for a day. An apt homecoming. Great!

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  79. We always want just one more ride, don't we? Nice One Shot, Tess!

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  80. Sounds like fun.
    Merry Christmas!

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― O. Henry (and me)