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
Beautiful, Tess. I love the musical aspects woven throughout, especially the last four lines.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! I loved the last meaning...feels like something precariously beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAh! The last stanza is a sweet one, indeed. A crystallization of the moment, limned in light and words. This makes me content.
ReplyDeleteI like the last 4 lines:
ReplyDeleteUnrestrained measures
surge out of time,
the world suspended
in each sweet stanza.
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
ReplyDelete"Unrestrained measures
ReplyDeletesurge 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
One tock... will there ever be another tick to complete it.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
the world suspended...that captures the picture for me...frozen in time as the snow out the door....
ReplyDeleteListening to Shostakovich's Piano Concerto No. 2 in F major, Op. 102. as I read this again.
ReplyDeleteMuch calmer than the Shostakovich Hat Company skit. ;^)
ahhh...the world suspended in each sweet stanza. yes! this is dusk
ReplyDeletefor me. your poem is sublime.
beautiful..xx
ReplyDeleteAnd each breath, and glance we cast, is a stanza. Each moment lived, lives on in the heart's remembrance.
ReplyDeleteThere is a place
In music, words, images
And carefully, it can be visited
Beautiful writing, tess
Rick
I luv that guys voice. Hes like half the awesome.
ReplyDeleteStainforth puts the awe in awesome...
DeleteThank you ...
Deletethis is lovely- especially all the references to music.
ReplyDeleteSublime...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I always enjoy your words Tess....thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeleteA good place to be, absolutely...and a tock is enough for me...super!
ReplyDeleteA great piece, Tess.
ReplyDeleteShostakovich indeed! good choice - it has been too long I shall have to go get reacquainted! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteSo 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.
ReplyDeletePS: thank you for visiting "Morning" and liking the taste of apples.
PS: Your reader truly does your poem proud!
DeleteThanks, Susan! Yes, Mr. Stainforth is very talented. He breathes life into my words. I'm very fortunate to have him read my poems.
DeleteFor me the picture is about time too ~ love this interpretation
ReplyDelete"Remote, synchronized
ReplyDeleteas Shostakovich" Superb!
Awe, and then some! :-)
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by my blog.
ReplyDeleteA place almost out of reach but such a wonderful place to visit.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tess, for helping me keep my muse alive. Sometimes I think it is starving. Yours words are always such a hard act to follow.
ReplyDeleteCool, 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
ReplyDeleteFuel for the soul ... music, rhythm!
ReplyDeleteLove this, especially the last two lines.
ReplyDelete=)
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.
ReplyDeleteI took my time! Lovely rhythms like the clock ticking.
ReplyDeleteThis is WOW in rhythm, rhyme, and punch:
ReplyDelete"we bludgeon in unison,
followed by only one tock."
Holy cow.
What is this? The beginnings of a full beard on Ronaldo the Reader?
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteTOCK
ReplyDeleteTess, 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!
Lovely. A very out of time experience. Stupidly, I thought the bust was Beethoven. Sigh...
ReplyDelete"Remote, synchronized as Shostakovich"...sigh...
Thank you.
Stunning as it delivered tick- tock, tick-tock....wanting and waiting...for the next tick...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteUnrestrained pleasure! The middle two stanzas especially. Superb.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
ReplyDeleteTime stood still while I read it, and then once again when I listened to R.A.D! Beautiful Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteAh - 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.
ReplyDeleteLove the video of the reading !
ReplyDeleteA fine touch of time, well scored.
ReplyDeleteCome over and see my sexy pirates! ARRRRRRRR!!!!!
ReplyDeletetock ...
ReplyDeleteYou are amazingly talented....I wish I could create poetry as you do....
ReplyDeleteGood lord woman. Beautiful ... each sweet stanza.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
Sweet are the stanza's I love best!
ReplyDeletewonderful readings!
ReplyDeleteYou always write so beautifully but this one, I LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteGreat flow and lovely stanza!
Mine is here
Have you a FANTABULOUS WEEK!!!
hugs
shakira
Wonderful writing...!!
ReplyDeleteshades of roses on my walls
Lovely. Quite musical, actually. I heard some sort of tune in my head while reading this. Great work! =)
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Nice rhythm!
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful writing ... loved the musical flow :-)
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