Sunday, June 10, 2012

Ephemera




It would be foolish to stash it,
unlocked, under a rug or mattress.

I take it out often, inhale the fragrance,
alphabetize it, 
count and double-check it,
like foreign currency.

When my time comes,
I'll listen to Shostakovich,
and bury it beneath the tree
I long to be pressed against and kissed. 

Seeds of passion will sprout roots,

and bloom, uninhibited.


tk/June 2012


R.A.D. with Dmitri looking on...




*Still Life, 1670, detail by Jean Fran├žois de Le Motte


64 comments:

  1. Love "count and double-check it,
    like foreign currency"

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  2. Tess, that's a beautiful poem! Really.. Loved the way you wrote it. Made me miss a loved one too..

    Old pages invite prying eyes.

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  3. this really struck a cord with me..it is beautiful...and made me a little sad for things lost..or locked away...have a lovely sunday..xx

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  4. A truly beautiful poem, clear, passionate and somehow tragic.

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  5. A lovely poem, Tess. I had the opportunity to work with an archive that included love letters from W. Faulkner. Pretty amazing to unfold and touch these things. k.

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  6. I have just such a tree. Lovely.

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  7. Oh, so beautiful, Tess. I especially like the last 6 lines.

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  8. interesting image to lock ephemera up. Never would have occurred to me. Love the idea of burying it and thinking of it sprouting roots and blooming. lovely. unfoturnately for some reason i cant play the videos. although last night i was able to access a netflix streaming video. it's a puzzle.

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  9. Very nice, yes. A veritable 'Lady Chatterly'. We want to unearth its treasure and read, read, read. :)

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  10. I enjoyed your work. Love the recitation.

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  11. I think (amd hope) that we have all got a box like that in our lives.

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  12. I am reminded of the letters my mother-in-law kept from her husband during the war...so sweet, so romantic:)

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  13. Lovely take...I specially like the second stanza ~ Some memories never leave us ~

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  14. The highest praise I can give: I wish I had written that!

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  15. Bittersweet, I feel the remembering, the passion and longing in your poem. I'm reminded of the letters I have stashed away ... loved ones will stumble upon them one day ...(shall I leave a treasure map behind?)

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  16. Beautiful poem and I love the still life too.

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  17. What Helen said, and Helen..... oh please DO leave a treasure map!! On my anniversary this year, I found such a box with three anniversary cards from Barry. Joy!! =D

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  18. This is so lovely- I discovered some letters between my parents- what treasures.

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  19. lots of nice lines here... oh no! all lines are beautiful...

    JJRod'z

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  20. That third stanza is full of mystery. Really nice work, Tess!

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  21. Oh to be pressed against a tree and kissed... Hmmm... Lovely :)

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  22. I love this, Tess...it is so very beautiful, not a wasted word and so much history and portent! Exquisite write, dear friend.

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  23. Love is eternal indeed- Thanks.

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  24. Beautifully written. Love the last stanza.

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  25. Gorgeous words painting a picture of passionate memories.

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  26. i like how you picked up that one of the notes seemed to be accounting

    painting details

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  27. Like a foreign currency... Objects with strange value and their exchange rates. Fantastic.

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  28. smiles....oh no map necessary...that kind of seed does not stay long in the ground before it blooms so we need only look for the beauty to find it...smiles.

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  29. lovely poem, Tess.. and i must say, these are beautiful lines.. --- "Seeds of passion will sprout roots,
    and bloom, uninhibited."

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  30. take it out and inhale the fragrance...very good.

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  31. Then I could take my woman to the tree
    beneath the angels' home, luminescent night
    breeze, scented by the stories we once told...
    If I were free, yes, if that free
    I would mount the wind and love the light
    and come apart in joy - if I were bold.

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  32. i like what you painted with your words Tess...lovely and thanks again for sharing

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  33. Love letters from the edge of the scented Ohian ocean.

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  34. Love so passionate will make the world go round. Two souls blend so well and so sensuously. You've expressed it perfectly, Tess! Great write!

    Hank

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  35. I do love the idea of seeds of passion sprouting roots - lovely line.

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  36. That wonderful energy of the writer will never be lost...seeds of passion will always sprout!

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  37. I read your Blog for the first time this morning. I am charmed in the deep meaning of the word. Thank you.
    Did you know that Authur Christopher Benson, early 20th cen. English author, would bury the many volumes of his diaries, and ocassionally dig them up, re-read them and rebury them? His whole family was filled with that sort of fun. Thank you for your Persephone-like poem. David

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  38. I have a box like that (in my mind) and a tree like that. Love the last line.

    Anna :o]

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  39. Seeds of passion, and so many other visions before our eyes ....lovely read!

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  40. Beautiful turn of phrases!! Fabulous!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  41. ...this is exquisite Tess, bravo...

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  42. I love the poem ... for it's great passion.

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  43. Seeds of passion will sprout roots,
    and bloom, uninhibited.


    The perfect close, Tess!!! Love freed and growing wild!! Beautiful!

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  44. Ah, yes, the fragrance of special things...you capture this so well. Beautiful reading too!

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  45. wonerfully written and gathered. i can see all clearly and take
    in the aroma of the day and that tree.

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  46. LOVE this, especially:
    "When my time comes,
    I'll listen to Shostakovich,
    and bury it beneath the tree
    I long to be pressed against and kissed."

    Love your take on the photo.

    de
    whimsygizmo.wordpress.com

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  47. I used to work at a savings and loan and always wondered what went on in those little safety deposit booths. Beautiful poetry, Tess.

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  48. When ever I re-read your little profile bio thingy, I am reminded of one of my favorite people, a librarian named June. When asked to speak in public she would carefully enunciate several of her favorite words. Words like perambulate, persnickety, scrumptious, thistle, giddy, nettle, nocturne...

    She loved words, and language. She passed away much too soon but I can still hear the eulogies of her friends reading their favorite words at her Memorial.

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  49. Poignant piece - delicate and lovely.

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  50. Such an apt title for this lovely poem read so beautifully.

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  51. Wholly magnificent - with no more than one sniff!

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  52. Incredibly expressive, powerful imagery, Willow!
    A Poetessa of the first order you are! xxx

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  53. Just point to the tree, R.A.D. ... *wink*

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  54. LOVE the reading, Tess. Well done!

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  55. This one pulled at my heart-strings. Love it.

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  56. What beautiful writing and a lovely poem...

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  57. This is enchanting Tess, the Shostakovich just the icing on an already romantic layer cake ...

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2012/06/love-letters-of-promises-and-regret.html

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  59. Many heartfelt thanks for all your kind and generous comments, dear readers ... and a special thank you to R.A.D. Stainforth for making this beautiful recording of my words ...

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  60. I love the imagery you convey. Lovely work!

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  61. Love the seeds you planted here...

    =)

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― O. Henry (and me)