I am a tall order,
tree-high,
neatly bleeding
pollard style,
lumberjack-ravaged,
pickaxe-stark.
Your balm
soothes, burns
the lingering sting,
lip-sap applied
to skinned knees
and elbows, sticky
over wild initials
carved graffiti-soft,
forest-deep.
R.A.D. ... I love the way you exhale between Tess and Kincaid ...
ReplyDeleteNice poem that fits the picture so well.
ReplyDeleteI hope you have a very Happy New Year and a great 2012.
God bless.
a deep woods of metaphor
ReplyDeleteI love this and the photograph goes with it perfectly Tess.
ReplyDeleteyour poems always is good to read. helping me develop my skills in reading between the lines. I am learning to love the language more and more...
ReplyDeleteHope you had a wonderful end of 2011 and a very good start of 2012!
JJRod'z
This is gorgeous...so much said between the lines. As Suz put it, "a deep woods of metaphor" and the woods are so very lovely.
ReplyDeleteInteresting picture. Did you notice how the reflections are so much clearer than the originals.
ReplyDeletenice pic
ReplyDeleteand poe
a healing balm
ReplyDeleteas well as
a scorching salve...
Tess ... when you say "exhale" you clearly mean "inhale" ... I love this ambiguity in your work ...
ReplyDeleteAh, R.A.D., inhale, exhale...you can clearly see I'm not a smoker...I'll have to admit...your puffs do make me dizzy...
ReplyDeleteYou are a towering tree amongst bloggers!
ReplyDeleteHappy New year!
Besides how well the poem works with the image, I love the hyphenations here, it's a technique I'm still trying to master, but you do it so well.
ReplyDeletegorgeous words for such a painting!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year!
Great poem! It is perfect for the picture.
ReplyDeleteNice painting
ReplyDeleteI'm fainting
this is magical and powerful, well done.
ReplyDeleteGreat symbolic words.
ReplyDelete@ Semaphore Tess Kincaid is the Bitch Queen Goddess of Hyphens ...
ReplyDeleteLovely words for a sigh of an image.
ReplyDeleteI love your perspective here... simply beautiful!
ReplyDeletethis is sooo hot Tess...
ReplyDeleteand I think you secretly plant words in your poetry that you just want R.A.D. to say... :)
ummm and I have my own list...
Happy 2012
Beautiful...there is no other word suited to describe your painting and poetry. Thank you for sharing and Happy New Year to you!
ReplyDeleteRene, is it obvious?
ReplyDeleteNever let me record that poem you wrote about tomatoes and potatoes Tess ...
ReplyDeleteSensual, rightly paced, erotic, staid. How did you do that?!
ReplyDeleteSensual, rightly paced, erotic, staid. How did you do that?!
ReplyDeletewell. I need a drink. First of all, who could resist "You Are a Scorching Salve" to begin with? And then... I need a drink.
ReplyDeleteI just knew it was enchanted..........
ReplyDeleteLovely.....and lovely image as well.
"I am a tall order..."
ReplyDeleteTrue, and you always were, Tess. :-)
Sincere best New Year wishes.
Hyphenated erotica as our forest
ReplyDeletequeen turns nature inside-out,
and we loose track of where
the focus is going, overwhelmed
by the sensuality and the earth
mother caresses.
Your forest is a place I would love to visit ... if only for one night.
ReplyDeleteOuch.
ReplyDeleteDear Tess: Yes the language d'art d'Tess d'Kincaid (note the cadence and space gap of exhaled air energy; clearly sexy) yes it is, your have this voice of the poet clearly coming through with each poem. I'm loving this skill and I want to try this very abstract style too. And as always read with much finesse by the ever irrascable Ronaldo A.D. his is to die for as is yours Tess! Tres bon, et tres excellent!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous. I feel pulled into that forest. Wonderful poem to begin the New Year. Thank you. Happy happy 2012!
ReplyDeleteLovely, especially close ( I thought.)
ReplyDelete,,,pick-axe stark. Wonderful
ReplyDeleteWowza, howza, wowza!
ReplyDeleteI am glad I started with your's thanks for hoasting!!!
ReplyDeletegorgeous goregous photo. the poem too, wonderul love poem. and apropos for me at the moment as I am broken out in a rash. where is my salve???
ReplyDeletelip-sap applied
ReplyDeleteto skinned knees
and elbows, sticky
over wild initials
carved graffiti-soft,
forest-deep.
those last two stanzas are just gorgeous...love how you put word together tess....
The poem and the picture suit so well.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like Snape in Harry Potter movies. Love your poems.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you!
You say poTAYto--I say poTAHto.
ReplyDeleteI never come here without something wonderful happening, something to think about, laugh over, feel 'good' about, even now-and-then...weep.
Tess...YOU a cool cst!
tall order indeed...this was terrific
ReplyDeletenicely done with this photo...thanks
ReplyDeletemetaphorically beautiful! the best!
ReplyDeletehappy new year!
Forest deep indeed...this is amazing Tess....as always! :-)
ReplyDeleteAs beautiful as ever Tess. Let me wish you and your family a most wonderful New Year. I have no need to ask what plans you have for the next twelve months : after all this time I know they will be the same plans as I am busy hatching here. I am certainly looking forward to reading your words and following your vision.
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone, it's always a pleasure...you're the best...(!)
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ReplyDeleteThis could melt a guy's tongue right off a frozen pump handle.
Wonderful, perfectly rendered work.
ReplyDeleteVery nice Tess. Such penetrating language... each syllable is shap and distinct and builds upon the he previous.
ReplyDeleteA scorching salve...why do people keep calling me that? ;)
ReplyDeleteLove the pen strokes in this piece.
ReplyDeleteNice one Tess. Happy New Year.
ReplyDeleteNice! I really liked this one! Loved the reading by R.A.D.
ReplyDeleteDouble Haiku After Yuliy
ReplyDeleteLeaving me behind
in a field lit by starlight,
you found him in lights,
Colossus astride
Broadway’s beckoning glitter.
Who would dare compare?
You are genius.
ReplyDeleteLoved the picture, drunken with the poem. Lovely.
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