Sunday, November 11, 2012

Entrenched

R.A.D. Stainforth digs in...the poppies are a timely touch...



Find me, considering 
specks of dust in the sunlight,
dug in, making daisy chains

with innocent passersby,
placing thought-bombs
in the minefield of my notebook.

After a long, sexy pause,
wave a red flag to my white one,
point your digital turret-tufts,

set your sights radiant,
take me hostage,
ramble me with

a midnight mushroom.



tk/November 2012

38 comments:

  1. "take me hostage, ramble me" is the ultimate surrender........!

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  2. Thought bombs ... if only.

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  3. SET

    Set radiant,
    brilliant, and
    I can’t copy.

    :-)

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  4. Completely different to what I was expecting but, brilliant!

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  5. powerful and provoking- especially like the words "thought-bombs
    in the minefield of my notebook" whew!

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  6. Midnight mushrooms from the summer kitchen. My thought bombs are exploding considering the side dishes.

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  7. 'with innocent passersby,
    placing thought-bombs
    in the minefield of my notebook'.
    Brilliant, but I suspect, not so innocent!

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  8. "Thought bombs" No less powerful or destructive than sharapnel or mushroom clouds.
    rel

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  9. This is so unexpected and full of modern day personal wars. Made me think and blink as a different take unfolds after a second and third reading, Tess!

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    1. I'm pleased you found layers here, ninotaziz...

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  10. I like the image of thought bombs...and the mental battlefield

    Wander

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  11. Romance with martial overtones. Nice!

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  12. I love all the different layers of this!

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  13. Shrooms would be an interesting prison through which to view a battlefield, i rhink it was tried in Vietnam. Alternatively, the last time a shroom was seen in a war, it was very bad , but i thought your words are an interrsting omelette!

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  14. set your sights radiant,
    take me hostage,
    ramble me with!

    This is sensuously beautiful. It's a yearning and an invitation blended into one. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  15. you are roaring with your recent poems.

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  16. How magical the midnight mushroom!

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  17. Tempted to join you..interesting path, full of feeling!

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  18. WOW! Wish I could find some midnight mushrooms.....!

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  19. I'm not sure if it's sex or cooking but I like it!

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  20. What I'm about to say is not fluff and flattery. Having read Patina and traveled a bit through your blog I would not be the least surprised some day to hear you have been appointed our Poet Laureate.

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    1. ReBelle, the highest compliment ever...thank you...so glad you enjoyed Patina...

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  21. Brilliantly sketched in: a flick of the pen from daisy chains to thought bombs and mine fields. Strokes full of life catching at the thought of death. Me like!

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    1. My thoughts exactly.

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    2. And mine.

      Well done Tess.

      Anna :o]

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  22. Ah. Make love, not war. Or actually, both?

    Loved this delightful, sexy poem...especially "ramble me."

    =)

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  23. Lovely--I like the invitation, "ramble with me" and the idea of "thought bombs in the minefield of my notebook"

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  24. 'Wow!

    placing thought-bombs
    in the minefield of my notebook.

    Brilliant - no other word for the above but brilliant!

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  25. This is a very sensual poem. :-)

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  26. Love in war terms.....love it!:-)

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― O. Henry (and me)