Sunday, August 26, 2012

Take Your Time


R.A.D. Stainforth...in living color...



There is a place,
galactic and unforeseen,

removed from space,
like a ticking clock.

Remote, synchronized
as Shostakovich,

we bludgeon in unison,
followed by only one tock.

Unrestrained measures
surge out of time,

the world suspended
in each sweet stanza.


tk/August 2012


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image: Big Room, 1948, Andrew Wyeth

60 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Tess. I love the musical aspects woven throughout, especially the last four lines.


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  2. Excellent! I loved the last meaning...feels like something precariously beautiful.

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  3. Ah! The last stanza is a sweet one, indeed. A crystallization of the moment, limned in light and words. This makes me content.

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  4. I like the last 4 lines:

    Unrestrained measures
    surge out of time,

    the world suspended
    in each sweet stanza.

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  5. Love resides in Wyeth's room, through out your poem Tess (where it ticks and tocks) and at Magpie Tales. Your poem is beautiful, and thank you for sharing it. =D

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  6. "Unrestrained measures
    surge out of time"

    That was what happened when things spun out of control.We lacked the time and efforts to make a difference. Nicely written Tess!

    Hank

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  7. One tock... will there ever be another tick to complete it.
    I love the thoughts of space and time in this. Time, as in man's creation of it, or time as in the universe's own. Beautiful.

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  8. the world suspended...that captures the picture for me...frozen in time as the snow out the door....

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  9. Listening to Shostakovich's Piano Concerto No. 2 in F major, Op. 102. as I read this again.

    Much calmer than the Shostakovich Hat Company skit. ;^)

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  10. ahhh...the world suspended in each sweet stanza. yes! this is dusk
    for me. your poem is sublime.

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  11. And each breath, and glance we cast, is a stanza. Each moment lived, lives on in the heart's remembrance.
    There is a place
    In music, words, images
    And carefully, it can be visited
    Beautiful writing, tess
    Rick

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  12. I luv that guys voice. Hes like half the awesome.

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  13. this is lovely- especially all the references to music.

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  14. I always enjoy your words Tess....thanks for sharing this

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  15. A good place to be, absolutely...and a tock is enough for me...super!

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  16. Shostakovich indeed! good choice - it has been too long I shall have to go get reacquainted! Thanks.

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  17. So glad to finally find a poem that puts the clock central--in mine, I only used it to figure it was 10:30 am--but here! It is suspended time, it is metronome, it is tick and only tock, it makes the room either in or suspended out of time . . .and Shostakovich . . . I follow you and feel I am in a Ray Bradbury story.

    PS: thank you for visiting "Morning" and liking the taste of apples.

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    1. PS: Your reader truly does your poem proud!

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    2. Thanks, Susan! Yes, Mr. Stainforth is very talented. He breathes life into my words. I'm very fortunate to have him read my poems.

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  18. For me the picture is about time too ~ love this interpretation

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  19. "Remote, synchronized
    as Shostakovich" Superb!

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  20. thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  21. A place almost out of reach but such a wonderful place to visit.

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  22. Thanks, Tess, for helping me keep my muse alive. Sometimes I think it is starving. Yours words are always such a hard act to follow.

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  23. Cool, Tess, five minutes to midnight and the tic toc is deafening crescendo ! , this has a real DR Strangelove feel, reminds me of my grandparents old clock when i was a kid, thanks

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  24. Fuel for the soul ... music, rhythm!

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  25. Love this, especially the last two lines.

    =)

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  26. Ahhhh.... lovely! Blowing kisses to R.A.D., as always. I clicked on another one of his readings of your poems, and it was "Ephemera", in which you also mention Shostakovich. Coincidence? I think not.

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  27. I took my time! Lovely rhythms like the clock ticking.

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  28. This is WOW in rhythm, rhyme, and punch:
    "we bludgeon in unison,
    followed by only one tock."

    Holy cow.

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  29. What is this? The beginnings of a full beard on Ronaldo the Reader?

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  30. A poem that pushes me out of reality to a place of hints of darker doings, then back to the promise of a last sweet stanza, but I still feel I am missing something.

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  31. TOCK

    Tess, I feel like some Peeps who have been away from church for many moons, and almost afraid to sneak back in, take a seat barely inside the door, and leave while everyone is marching up for their 'Bread of Life'...

    However--like that churchful of people, I'm glad to see you also still here!
    AMEN
    Tick!

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  32. Lovely. A very out of time experience. Stupidly, I thought the bust was Beethoven. Sigh...
    "Remote, synchronized as Shostakovich"...sigh...
    Thank you.

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  33. Stunning as it delivered tick- tock, tick-tock....wanting and waiting...for the next tick...

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  34. I got so caught up with listening to 'R.A.D.' reading the poem, I forgot to comment..his voice and manner is mesmerizing... It's as if we're transported by music to another dimension removed from time and space...transcendental.

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  35. Unrestrained pleasure! The middle two stanzas especially. Superb.

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  36. A poem so beautiful that I thought I might not need R.A.D.'s take for enhancement. But I listened to him anyway and, once again, marveled at the union of your words and his voice.

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  37. Time stood still while I read it, and then once again when I listened to R.A.D! Beautiful Tess! :-)

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  38. Ah - this is lovely - it reminds me a bit of Terry Pratchett (anything regarding time emptying and refilling) - though of course much much more serious - Very lovely - we are all bludgeoned by Time I'm afraid, and also endlessly renewed. Thanks for breathless moment. k.

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  39. Love the video of the reading !

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  40. A fine touch of time, well scored.

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  41. Come over and see my sexy pirates! ARRRRRRRR!!!!!

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  42. You are amazingly talented....I wish I could create poetry as you do....

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  43. Good lord woman. Beautiful ... each sweet stanza.
    Love it!

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  44. Sweet are the stanza's I love best!

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  45. You always write so beautifully but this one, I LOVE IT!
    Great flow and lovely stanza!
    Mine is here
    Have you a FANTABULOUS WEEK!!!
    hugs
    shakira

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  46. Lovely. Quite musical, actually. I heard some sort of tune in my head while reading this. Great work! =)

    http://diamondsmadeofglass.blogspot.fi/2012/09/dusk.html

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  47. Thank you for your most kind and generous comments, dear friends. I appreciate you taking the time, not only to read my poems, but leave comments, as well. You are the best.

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  48. A very beautiful writing ... loved the musical flow :-)

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