Sunday, May 27, 2012

The Walk

Beautiful recitation by R.A.D. Stainforth ... he smiles here ...

Day ramps down
in economy of light.

Swifts lilt above,
twitter last rites.

We walk, until it's too late
for them to fly. 

Dress, soft on your thighs,
flip-flops whisper
the rush of your voice,
echo your indelible press.

It's so dark,
I can't tell sound from touch,
or see your eyes.



50 comments:

  1. Perfect summer reading, by the light of a jar of fireflies.

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  2. This is wonderful. I can smell the cool evening breeze.

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  3. Quiet Loveliness, Tess.

    ~phil

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  4. There is such a touch of Summer in this poem - it could not have been written at any other time.

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  5. superb- it took me back many summers ago. Lovely.

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  6. Romance in the summer, has magic all its own doesn't it?

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  7. oh wow...that last stanza is great tess...the soft dress on thighs and flip flops speaks summer....nice....

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  8. Very nice, Tess. And, so appropriate for the long, warm days we're enjoying just now.

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  9. The whole thing is lovely, but I really love your opening:
    'Day ramps down
    in economy of light.'

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  10. Love the soft feel of the dress on thighs and the lush sound of flip flops.
    Lovely imagery all through this

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  11. This one's a winner, Tess. Absolutely beautiful. And Ronaldo's recitation gives me serious Goose Bumps. Well done, you!

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  12. Unable to distinguish between the senses? It must be love!

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  13. this is perfect. the second stanza is amazing

    neither good nor bad

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  14. This is a beautiful take on the picture!

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  15. I like how you laid out this one Tess, 2 2 2 4 3

    and the last line did it for me

    Wander

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  16. What is there left to say? Warm evening captured.

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  17. "It's so dark,
    I can't tell sound from touch,
    or see your eyes"

    This is sensuously beautiful having romance written all over. Wonderful write, Tess!

    Hank

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  18. I like your assonance Tess (light, late) and the final rhyme of eyes with thighs ...

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  19. Your poem takes me to a place where natural elements are fused and whole. Perhaps the dress, but really only the flip flops are an indication of industrial us. Thank you for sharing this peaceful and memorable work, Tess. =D

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  20. R.A.D., I like to use my assonance to its full advantage.

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  21. too beautiful Tess...it fills me up..x

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  22. "I can't tell sound from touch".
    Often, Tess, you hit a spot that resonates, and this one does; the point at which self consciousness is lost in a continuum of feeling.

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  23. a madly gorgeous poem.
    luv: can't tell sound from touch.

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  24. "Dress, soft on your thighs,
    flip-flops whisper
    the rush of your voice,
    echo your indelible press"

    What an excellent description of the sound of touch.

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  25. Ah, the summer heat of love and senses. Beautiful!

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  26. Dear Tess: Hypnotic, dreamy American echoes of Eddie Hopper's 30's so perfectly. Love the texture, the sensual feeling "flipflops" "thighs" "stilts"; a very definite sense of the odd dusk here. Perfect inflection, Ronaldo.

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  27. Love the summer feeling of the wordsI just stumbled across your gorgeous blog & have signed up as your latest follower - I look forward to popping back for some more lovely poetic inspiration!

    Melissah

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  28. I love the end especially. Thanks

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  29. Im glad you gave him twitter last rites before murdering him , Tess, lovely !

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  30. I feel the closeness, the heat of night...lovely.

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  31. This has a rather haunting quality for me, especially that last line. Spare and lovely.

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  32. "Summer breeze, makes me feel fine..."

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  33. Tess... you have a gorgeous assonance.

    R.A.D. - you have a sexy voice, and thanks for Smile No. 2!

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  34. "It's so dark,
    I can't tell sound from touch,
    or see your eyes."

    Oh, yes and that is SO the way when it is that dark!

    I love the entirety, Tess, great writing!

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  35. What a marvelous roll you are on of late. Bravo to the duo.

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  36. Thank you for your lovely comments dearest readers...I appreciate you taking the time to consider my poetry...it means the world to me...and thank you R.A.D. for speaking beautiful life into my words every week...

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  37. Hey! Hey! Loved this Tess! 0.52 was a moment indeed! ☼

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  38. Tess, I felt light and gorgeous here. Thanks!

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  39. It's so dark,
    I can't tell sound from touch,
    or see your eyes.


    Perfect.

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  40. A new favorite for me of your wonderful poems Tess!!

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  41. "I can't tell sound from touch."

    WOW

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  42. i loved this so much last week and read it many times...and truly thought I had left a comment. It is a special one.

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