Sunday, August 12, 2012

Pearl

R.A.D. Stainforth in his black and white world...and so on...


Waves come
out of nowhere,

swirl before
I can steady myself.

You pick me up,
hurl me hard,

somewhere far,
deep as Shetland,

where I land
naked on a beach,

a clam on the sand,
heady with the scent

of seashells, swallowed
in chowder come.



image by Francesca Woodman

47 comments:

  1. Beautiful photo and I love the chosen words!

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  2. Lovely prompt ~ I like your scented words ~

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  3. Ahhh.... very sexy write. Oddly enough when I saw the Sunday whirl words they took me on a sexy/sensual path and your photograph this morning clinched it for me...lol
    This is very ...hot, hot, hot Tess. Lucky clam indeed.

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  4. Chowder come...Waves come. All out of nowhere. Clams generally bury themselves in the sand but your clam is exposed. Wowee. I went clamming in Mexico with my grandparents as a small boy. I remember losing patience with the hunt. I would have much preferred my clams to be far more accessible. That sentiment persisted throughout my life. Thanks for all you do, my friend.

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  5. Dude didn't really just say "your clam is exposed", did he? Egads, methinks he did.

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  6. The prompt disturbed me Tess, as did this in your face reading of your poem, so sensual and in the gaze. But, I have to tell you that this disturbance in my life caused me to spend time with an artist and art more provocative than Arbus and Monroe. And so I thank you for disturbing the ripples on my lake and challenging me to go under the surface where I have to face myself and give. I've had an amazing morning in the arms of this artist. And hours after writing my response, I realize that I am the shell!

    Thank you for this poem and prompt.

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    1. This poem is not easy to read ... I tried to convey the frank eroticism without a schoolboy snigger ...

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    2. Susan, I'm happy to have introduced you to the compelling, and sadly, far too few, photos by Francesca Woodman. One can't help but wonder of the art that might have been.

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    3. R.A.D., thank you...you presented this piece perfectly...

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    4. R.A.D., you blew me away with that reading. Impressive presentation. I enjoyed it very much ... and could almost see the corners of your mouth fighting not to rise.

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    5. Since you already know I'm a perv, I will totally admit to clicking on R.A.D.'s video just to hear him read that last line. Cheap thrills are still thrills, aye?

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  7. well now...that is rather hot...especially from naked on the beach tot he chowder...and before lunch even...smiles....

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  8. wow that was some visuals your words instilled brilliant as always

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  9. To quote Kevin Costner after watching Madonna in concert: "Neat".

    To quote Bart from Blazing Saddles:
    "Excuse me while I whip this out".

    I'm somewheres in between.

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  10. Top that Tess Kinkaid! I like a bit of eroticism on a Sunday morning! Boy could I do with a cigarette............and I haven't smoked for 8 years!!

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  11. Flung far and wide..and still a pearl! The words you dare...amazing!Inspired..

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  12. "swallowed
    in chowder come" ... Oh golly, that's a strong and surprising ending. :)

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  13. erotic but not pornographic.
    rel

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  14. Especially love the beginning lines, maybe because I haven't gotten to the beach yet this year!

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  15. Very sensual poem - more really than the image which has a posed feel to me--and yet there's a kind of really disturbing kind of violent side too. (About the poem, not image, I mean). One has to hope that the beach is a bit protected. k.

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  16. I find this poem a wonderful dance of oral eroticism, rife with the marvelously heady scent...

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  17. I enjoyed doing your prompts and seeing what other can do with it. with that said I Like that you have it spoken as we read it, helps by adding a voice and tone for this cool poem that you've written.

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  18. A double entendre..... far flung and wonderful. Thank you for sharing Tess. I loved listening to the reading. Thanks R.A.D. =D =D

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  19. I really love R.A.D. reading this poem! There was a certain something there that wasn't before.

    You blew this right out of the water... as always!

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  20. Thanks everyone ... biggest thanks to Tess ... much appreciated ...

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  21. Tess, thanks for taking me with you on this beAutiful Orgasm , great success, RAD! Got a smoke ?

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  22. The trick with the erotic poem is to take it gently and then make your move (a process that might, I guess, have a wider application), which is what you do, Tess, to excellent effect. A delight.

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  23. Such vivid presence, in words, and the video, he is radiant in this!

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  24. Caught up in the throes (or "throws" perhaps) of the season. Quite the steamy little write, Tess. Nice sensual picture you've painted.

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  25. Perfect. Erotic.... evocative..... what a mood was created....

    I loved it.

    Hugs,

    ♥ Robin ♥

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  26. Beautifully put, moody and sensual.

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  27. Hot in my kitchen, that bubbling chowder. Let the tide of metaphor roll in. xxxxj

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  28. That was something of a fling! Did I detect a twinkle in R.A.D's eye?

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  29. I saw an ad in a magazine today that was evocative of Willow Manor. I wonder if it was.

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  30. your poems lately seem very sensual, erotic and suggestive. hmm.

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  31. Dear Tess: Can never refuse a good clam chowder in the Shetlands; especially when told to "come" on down~

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  32. Had to do some 'googling' to properly understand the context (Shetlands, chowder, etc), but then it all made it sense after that... Thanks for sharing, and prompting me to learn some more.. :)

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  33. gorgeous, a birth beautiful in its economy, if not a bit brutal,
    surviving and dying.

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  34. i love this... the first 6 lines is what i am going through now... haist!

    JJRod'z

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  35. How does this one manage to be subtle and blatant as all get out...all at the same time?
    Even the double entendre had that quality, which is interesting considering that it made me clutch my pearls a bit. I may even have gasped...!

    I did find myself turning the sound waaaay down to hear R.A.D. read it...because I have kids in the house this morning. (Full knowing they wouldn't understand yet feeling quite certain they would.)

    ;)

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  36. I appreciate your putting a COMMA after thanks (where you have the blogger icon). Alas! I fear only hardcore writers know how to punkUate. Ah! C'est la vie! (French: that's [the] life). God bless you. ...and keep-up the groovy punkUation which sets us above the rest. _thewarningsecondcoming.com_

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