Lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...one of his best...
These words fall hot from the atmosphere,
burn through the page like meteors,
quietly shuffle
among themselves,
visually represent the area between,
visually represent the area between,
highlight
intersections
with a lipstick smudge or tear ―
because X always marks the spot.
with a lipstick smudge or tear ―
because X always marks the spot.
Read my willing
palm,
see the rhythms and regularities
span natural contours.
see the rhythms and regularities
span natural contours.
We come together,
fit curved like a globe,
some kind of oracle,
where continents and seas
connect singular dots,
chart the attraction,
fold hips, point scale,
like a map.
fit curved like a globe,
some kind of oracle,
where continents and seas
connect singular dots,
chart the attraction,
fold hips, point scale,
like a map.
tk/December 2012
,,, navigating this map could be a little tricky.
ReplyDeleteExcellent. A milestone piece!
ReplyDeleteThank you...honored you think so, kind sir...
DeleteI love this! I never looked at maps with such potential, but will always see them differently now!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your poem...what a flow
ReplyDelete"You can learn a lot from Lydia!" :-)
ReplyDeleteThe taaaa-ttooed lady...don't get me started...I'll be singing it for a week...
DeleteGreat words excellently mapped out.
ReplyDeleteThe moods of one person may be poles apart.
ReplyDeleteNeat poem, stunning topography.
ReplyDeletewow- lovely words- especially-
ReplyDelete"We come together,
fit curved like a globe,"
Wonderful when that happens.......
Sensual... I especially like the same section as Kathe.
ReplyDeleteNo compass needed... :)
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not...
DeleteI have always been fascinated by maps and love the word cartography. a lovely combination, your words, the mapped body.
ReplyDeleteHmm, I've never wanted to go to South Africa so bad...lol
ReplyDeleteLove the prompt, Tess...very inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYour take on it is wonderful...I love this:
"Read my willing palm,
see the rhythms and regularities
span natural contours."
Very sensual beautiful piece.
that's hot. just like the equator.
ReplyDeleteThe usual: WOW.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes!
ReplyDeleteperfect
ReplyDeleteOh lovely stuff Tess - very sensual.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
NUMBER 32
ReplyDeleteTo be a map
is sexy not,
the map a trap
if awe you’ve got.
A truly elegant affair! A must read again...
ReplyDeleteI love the last three lines, but the whole is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteA lady to rule the world daintily described. Nicely Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
Gotta love navigating the human form. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
A sizzling map of love here Tess...X always marks the spot indeed! :-)
ReplyDeleteCertainly on the right path with this one.......!
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDelete"We come together,
fit curved like a globe"
Awww.. how nice!
..for sure i will never get lost... what a fond exploration...
ReplyDeletesmiles..
Such a delightful sail through your vision today!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful composition, Tess!
ReplyDeleteIf the space wasn't already taken, I'd love that tattoo.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem - excellent rhythm, and I like the way it wanders about. Most poems sort of drive on to one point, but this hits many.
As always, R.A.D. executes brilliantly. I love the way he sounds almost angry at the end.
Yes, brilliant. I love how he builds at the end with a breathless kind of urgency.
DeleteI'll never think of maps of just pieces of paper to fold up and shove in my glove compartment again! What a sensual piece, and the reading was brilliant!
ReplyDeleteStyarting to wish i had studied cartography.
ReplyDeleteThank you for taking the time to read, and leave such encouraging comments. You're the best, dear peeps...
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