You
know it
when
a name feels
better
whispered soft
in
the mouth
like
a sip of water
memorize
the
way an eyebrow
knits
sunny-side-up
on
one end
more
than the other
hear
the night train
harmonica
G-flat
then
lie awake
and
wonder
about
it till morning
try
a somersault
on
the way to work
knowing
you'll
probably
break
your arms
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image: Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward
This was some kind of wonderful :)
ReplyDeleteThank you and have a Happy Thanksgiving
Lovely start to my day. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteFalling in love is a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteThe sound of 'him' lighting up gets me every time .... wonderful poetry Tess!
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Helen...oh (!)
ReplyDeleteVery lovely. I'm smiling. Love the sunnyside up eyebrow and the name like water. And yes, the arm breaking. Ha! K.
ReplyDeletewho are those 2 in the photo?
ReplyDeleteTess,
ReplyDeleteThere is no denying that indescribable feeling, and mere words do not do it justice.
rel
There certainly is some kind of attraction here. It's called, the poetry of Tess Kincaid.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Your finest hour, Tess.
One of great Romances of all time, so they probably weren't aware they were posing.
Tess, what beauty lies in your words. You have described, IMHO, the melding of souls. Beautifully done!
ReplyDeletePerfect: nothing more, nothing less... perfect!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat Hug, Tess
LB
lovely words to accompany such a beautiful photo
ReplyDeleteYou really have the essence of the fun side of love here...what a treat, thanks!
ReplyDeletethe feel of the name in the mouth is a great opening willow...love is a beautiful thing...
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ReplyDeleteThat first verse! Wow!
ReplyDelete(first try went awry)
That's love, night train and all.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem...I especially love the first line...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, simply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLooks like Natalie Wood (not Joanne Woodward) and Paul Newman. Now, that would be some attraction!
ReplyDeleteAnd you know it when you're reading a wonderful poem by a very talented poet!
ReplyDeleteJust right!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading and hearing this. I especially like the concluding stanza.
ReplyDeleteLovely words and such an iconic photograph to go with it.
ReplyDeletei love the first lines... love it Miss Tess!..
ReplyDeletehave a great week ahead... thanks for the prompt!
JJRod'z
How simply romantic. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletewhispered soft in the mouth - eyebrow knits sunny-side-up
ReplyDeleteThose two phrases are deliciously magical.
That first stanza is simply delicious writing Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteThat had to be the most beautiful photo and poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed. Agree with every word.. You do know it.
ReplyDeleteLast stanza for me! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely prompt, lovelier poem, Tess! Yeah, my arms are in casts...a lot. Happy Thanksgiving! Giving thanks for you, friend, and your wonderful blog :-)
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou describe sensual love powerfully without being unpleasantly graphic. Your metaphors sing and zing.
You know it
ReplyDeletewhen a name feels
better whispered soft
That's it! that's it! Love captured in three lines. Excellent.
Distinctive, tender and beautiful, Tess. xxxj
ReplyDeleteYes, as the accolades pile on
ReplyDeletedozen upon dozen, and there
is a contact buzz, a poetic
high for all of us, remembering
or even experiencing the magic,
and the mystery of love, when
the pheromones and hormones
run rogue, and we act the clown,
or sing until we break glass. But
I always enjoy the secondary layer
of meaning, the tender and passionate
vigor of the emotion between the
lines. Love the lines: /hear the
night train/harmonica G-flat/
for when the lovers are separated
for whatever reason, and the eyes
clear, and the lovewebs dissipate,
we hear that train whistle, and it
grounds us.
See, there's some quirkiness here too--love it!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE that last stanza. I so admire how you seamlessly write your way to the end of your poems -- there's always a jolt, a surprise, something unexpected but perfect in the voice.
ReplyDeleteWow, that's perfect. Been there, done that, remember it well! Spot on.
ReplyDeletesounds like love to me ....loved it thank you x
ReplyDeleteAh yes, eyebrows memorized - you capture the small signposts that are so easily overlooked.
ReplyDeleteSnippets and details we carry
ReplyDeletewith us, and the fire burns on-
thanks.
I say - who are those 2 people in the photo? Anyone? Anyone?? Beuller?
ReplyDeleteMarcheline, they are identified at the end of the post...
ReplyDeleteA poem read aloud is so much more powerful. Thank you for sharing! Wonderful start to my day... Everyone should start their day with a cup of coffee and a poetry reading from LAWM's page:)
ReplyDeletePainted Lady, I so agree. Poetry is musical, lyrical...it's meant to be audibly heard. Stainforth's interpretations are excellent...I'm very fortunate to have him read my work.
ReplyDeleteYes, maybe there is. Looks like there might be, anyway.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is brilliant.
Creative imagery. I liked the somersault at the end. :)
ReplyDeleteYep, these are the dead giveaways, for sure.
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PS. Love the reader's voice and interpretation, too.
I'm a sucker for a canoodle...
ReplyDeleteIs that like Pot Noodle in a can ...
ReplyDeleteR.A.D., in a canoodle, I had to Google Pot Noodle...we call them ramen in these parts...
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean it's happening to you now? Oh, I hope so- how wonderful! It makes the world go round and our heart skip a beat, too.
ReplyDeletePainting your nails three days before you need to, kind of good. Risky
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned. And, true!
ReplyDeleteI never thought of a night train "harmonica G-flat". But yeah, it is.... and I have one here on my desk. A harmonica, not a train. How you bring a day's worth of experience into this attraction is really amazing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely way to end the day.
ReplyDeletereally lovely write up :)
ReplyDeletei adore Paul and Joanne. Lovely love poem. makes me feel all tingly inside with the memory of what once was. Blessings, suki
ReplyDeleteI am SO going to do a sommersault at some point today:) Love this Tess!
ReplyDeleteWhispered soft in the mouth...I can feel that one...lovely!!
ReplyDeleteSome lovely little images you summon up here.
ReplyDeleteJamie
Dear Tess: Fun...I do try to "change it up" (poor English, I know..) Love this; "probably break my arms"...yes! I will so break my arms! Am at the delicate age; like a teacup! I'm fragile but still like to romp!
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. What wonderful images! :)
ReplyDeleteAh, so - thanks! 8-)
ReplyDeleteLike this, Tess! Especially 1st and 3rd stanzas
ReplyDeleteTFool
Ah! You're G flat, I'm A major :-)
ReplyDeleteI liked the first version more!!! Love is a great thing!!!
ReplyDeletei like the name whispered on the mouth
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