Sunday, November 18, 2012

The End


R.A.D. Stainforth moistens dry words on the page...

I am the last

walk with you,
watch gulls hover,
cry sharp in habitual air.

Fingers in my hair,
you crown me
lover of the end

all previous castles
now wave-washed clean.

Already grown full,
there is nowhere else to grow,
but with you

legs stretch out,
like pink-colored wings,
rearrange the passage
between.


tk/November 2012

Squall, 1986, by Andrew Wyeth

56 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful ode to savoring life with another.....

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    1. To be completely captivated by another person is something very few people experience ...

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  2. ... for the best is yet to come. Happy Thanksgiving, Tess.

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  3. Loved your words with the painting...

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  4. this is wonderful Tess, I was totally captivated from the first line..x

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  5. Very sensual. Lovely imagery. Sharing life like this, heaven.

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  6. Love it
    An ode to empty nest
    Not so newlyweds

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  7. light as air and deep as the sea, your poem Tess.

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  8. Lovely words, sensual and gentle.

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  9. Beautiful ... I loved the sound of passion in this piece !!!

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  10. wondefully written- I love this walk with love.

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  11. So this is what love's all about!! My, my...leave it to you!

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  12. Fingers in my hair,
    you crown me
    lover of the end

    To me this speaks of the end of a love affair. This last moment to be shared with melancholy.

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    1. The end ... of being in love ... the ultimate love ...

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  13. What perfect harmony, words and image!

    Carpe diem,
    Merisi

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  14. This would be a perfect poem for you to place on the final page of a poetry book. If you want to know why, it would be because it leaves the reader with all of the feelings expressed in all of the comments preceding mine........ yet still the reader would be thirsty for more. Brilliant Tess! Thank you for sharing.

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  15. all previous castles
    now wave-washed clean

    A powerful image of reminiscence

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  16. Slain again by your brilliance.

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  17. I hope to survive lover of moments and arrive here in this poignant place.

    Lovely lovely poem, Tess.

    I must have missed something - where is R A D?

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    1. He's coming...just running a little late this week...

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    2. Your poem is lovely Tess, but I have sort of grown accustomed to my refined weekly reading pleasure - a luxury in today's hurried world:-)

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  18. "All previous castles, now wave washed clean"! that made me smile, thanks-

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  19. Wow, this really struck me. Like when I enter a death scene. I always check the head for injury and my fingers are probably the last to run through the hair of a decedent. I know it sound cold and calculating, but it strikes my core every time. I see the beauty in dismal death that nobody else gets. Thank you for this poem. I know nothing of poetry, but yours gets to me in a good way.

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    1. Your comment sent tingles through me...thank you...

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  20. This awakes my slumbering poetic-appreciation side. Thanks.

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  21. nowhere else to grow but with you - that is so lovely...

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  22. I love the grown together, mature but still passionate love this describes. Pray for passion!

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  23. I'm trying to decide whether I like "Already grown tall" (written) or "Already grown full" (spoken) better. Tall sort of brings to mind the age of the speaker, as if they've reached adulthood. Full brings to mind a woman that's just been ravished on the sand...

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    1. You just helped me decide...

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    2. My mistake ... I don't know why I said "full" ...

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    3. It was magic, R.A.D. - don't fight the magic.

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    4. Wow... it does make a difference. Full is exquisite!

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  24. I was just reading it yet again and incorrectly said the word "passion" in the last line. Hmmmmm.

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  25. I like already grown "full," too. It means so much more, doesn't it?

    And this poem is both elegant and powerful.

    =)

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  26. "All previous castles now wave-washed clean".....just love every line of this Tess!

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  27. Beautiful. I love this: "Fingers in my hair, you crown me"

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  28. Tis a chemical wedding most elegant !

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  29. A most poignant read... it's like a long sigh.

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  30. Elastic, yet holding. Lovely. Happy Thanksgiving.

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  31. Beautiful words, Tess! Happy Thanksgiving!!

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  32. Wow!
    This sends shivers down my spine. Truly.
    And so evocatively erotic.
    I love it :)

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)