Sunday, January 27, 2013

If I call you darling


If I call you darling ...

... will you swear
on a stack of your best,

not the new discs,
but your pile of vinyl,

to always look at me
with the back doors of your eyes

open wide enough to hear
your melancholy blues,

let all subsequent music
press its magic,

touch my grooves,
coax them to sing,

deliberate and clear,
with its stylus. 


tk/January 2013
R.A.D. Stainforth steps out of his black and white world...
Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther


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54 comments:

  1. sukipoetSun Jan 27, 09:42:00 AM

    just goregous. l love your love poems. this one has a lovely "tome" to it. Repeated record player and record images such as grooves are wonderful.

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  2. sukipoetSun Jan 27, 09:42:00 AM

    I meant tone

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  3. Susan LindquistSun Jan 27, 09:57:00 AM

    So very sensual ... love this one, Tess.

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  4. steviewrenSun Jan 27, 11:48:00 AM

    Fantastic imagery. You used the contrast between music and shared feelings wonderfully.

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    1. Tess KincaidSun Jan 27, 09:36:00 PM

      Thanks, Stevie...so nice to see you, dear friend...

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  5. Kathy B.Sun Jan 27, 11:59:00 AM

    Stylish stylus :-)

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  6. anthonynorthSun Jan 27, 12:14:00 PM

    Now that's rock 'n' roll.

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  7. philSun Jan 27, 12:22:00 PM

    perfect
    right in the groove

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  8. MaureenSun Jan 27, 12:56:00 PM

    Wonderful evocation of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. I rather miss my old record collection, which I gave away in 2002 (a mistake).

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  9. LLM CallingSun Jan 27, 01:09:00 PM

    beautiful, thatr took me right back

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  10. Julie Jordan ScottSun Jan 27, 01:30:00 PM

    What a... oh, the words are not precise enough to communicate what my belly feels upon reading this.

    Maybe I'll just call it sacred. The "back door of your eyes" says more than I can express. Sometimes language doesn't work well enough for me. For you, here, it was exceptionally fine.

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  11. Rosaria WilliamsSun Jan 27, 01:34:00 PM

    The image of that back door, the blues, send me...

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  12. BerowneSun Jan 27, 01:43:00 PM

    "Touch my grooves, coach them to sing." Marvelous ode to the old 78s.

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  13. Kathe W.Sun Jan 27, 01:52:00 PM

    wow...this is brilliant!

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  14. AnonymousSun Jan 27, 02:11:00 PM

    pres it's magic, like the needle on the player

    not alone

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  15. Amrit SinhaSun Jan 27, 02:12:00 PM

    This is so musical ... loved it !!!

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  16. christopherSun Jan 27, 03:08:00 PM

    Your poem aches for a reply. I could, but should not presume. So I shall write to the dream as I so often do:

    That Girl On The Player

    You have dared and now
    I shake with dread that I might
    not measure up all
    that well to the way
    of things between us today.

    I know the beauty
    of your attention.
    My favorite part, the song
    you slip under me
    like a satin sheet,
    the shine swirling up around
    us and that girl on
    the player next door
    with me coming all undone
    despite my intent.

    12:06 PM

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  17. Maude LynnSun Jan 27, 03:30:00 PM

    Incredibly sexy write!

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  18. HelenSun Jan 27, 03:38:00 PM

    Anyone willing to swear on a stack of vinyls knows it's a sure thing!
    Lovely poem, Ms. Tess.

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  19. izzySun Jan 27, 06:19:00 PM

    Stylus- coaxing music from vinyl- always has seemed such a fragile proposition- I do miss the anticipatory crackle
    you never get anywhere else! thanks.

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  20. GailSun Jan 27, 07:05:00 PM

    Now that is good!!!!

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  21. The Blog of BeeSun Jan 27, 08:43:00 PM

    Stylus - now that's a word you don't hear these days.....

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  22. JJ Roa RodriguezMon Jan 28, 08:02:00 AM

    as always... love it Miss Tess!..

    JJRod'z

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  23. SueannMon Jan 28, 08:51:00 AM

    Lovely and sexy!
    Hugs
    SUeAnn

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  24. kaykualaMon Jan 28, 12:43:00 PM

    The old '78 vinyl brought back the memories, Tess!

    Hank

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  25. Other MaryMon Jan 28, 02:20:00 PM

    We are talking about records...right?

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  26. LolamouseMon Jan 28, 03:36:00 PM

    So sensual. I love "backdoors of your eyes." Great one, Tess!

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  27. The Blog of BeeMon Jan 28, 08:53:00 PM

    I know I've posted here before but I have to tell you that every time I see that first line I attach it to the tune of 'let me call you sweetheart' - I have no idea why

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  28. MargaretMon Jan 28, 10:09:00 PM

    touch my grooves,
    coax them to sing,

    PURE magic, pure Tess. Always enjoyable.

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  29. Wayne PitchkoTue Jan 29, 12:39:00 AM

    groovy indeed....nice one Tess

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  30. Doctor FTSETue Jan 29, 02:59:00 AM

    "The back doors of your eyes" - beautiful!

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  31. Dave KingTue Jan 29, 06:01:00 AM

    Bowled me over.

    to always look at me
    with the back doors of your eyes

    open wide enough to hear
    your melancholy blues,

    Just gorgeous!

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  32. LynTue Jan 29, 08:20:00 AM

    Beautiful..I'm just caught up in the intensity! Trust the vinyl!!

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  33. vandana sharmaTue Jan 29, 12:46:00 PM

    the title itself holds and attracts u to see whats in there..:)

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  34. Carrie Van HornTue Jan 29, 01:44:00 PM

    "touch my grooves coax them to sing"....wow that is sensual and beautiful Tess! :-)

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  35. AnonymousTue Jan 29, 04:32:00 PM

    the images in your poem are lovely and sensual. :-)

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  36. Rossandra WhiteTue Jan 29, 06:01:00 PM

    . . .touch my grooves
    coax them to sing . . .
    (I just now saw Carrie Burtt's comment on this, sorry, but I have to repeat it, got me)

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  37. Little NellTue Jan 29, 06:16:00 PM

    This one really had me humming along!

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  38. LydiaWed Jan 30, 05:27:00 AM

    Yes, it was that "touch my grooves, coax them to sing" that made me weak in the knees also, and (not sure if it was easier to detect because he was in color, but R.A.D. had a twinkle in his eye and a smile ready to break when he read those lines!).

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  39. Sara McNultyWed Jan 30, 11:32:00 PM

    What a unique, musical poem!

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  40. Tumblewords:Thu Jan 31, 12:31:00 AM

    back doors of your eyes - what magic there is!

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  41. Pat TillettThu Jan 31, 02:38:00 AM

    Hot and good!

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  42. Silent Otto Thu Jan 31, 09:33:00 AM

    Everybody knows vinyl discs and sex are inextricably intertwined !

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  43. Tess KincaidThu Jan 31, 11:13:00 AM

    Thank you, dear readers. Your comments mean the world to me. They really do.

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  44. HelenaThu Jan 31, 05:42:00 PM

    Bravo! I felt the spin with this one, Tess!

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  45. Belva Rae StaplesSat Feb 02, 06:52:00 PM

    This is groovy!!

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  46. Si PhilbrookThu Feb 07, 07:23:00 PM

    "to always look at me
    with the back doors of your eyes"

    The mark of a good poet is innovative use of language. This is just that.

    Si

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  47. daisyThu Feb 14, 11:50:00 PM

    Everything I wanted to say has already been said--leaving me to just go back and read it again...and again. Beautiful and evocative!

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