Sunday, January 6, 2013

Reflection

Another lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...

I see myself
as you might see me

move room to rug,
dream at each window,
make note of my reflection
and save it for later.

I murmur sleep-talk,
say only the most important words,

because you know
enough of the others,
to understand me completely,

as you do night trees
that brush the same stretched sky
the lucid winter sough.


tk/January 2013

image by Daniel Murtagh

68 comments:

  1. Haunting. And sough is a new word for me. Thank you :)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Very evocative. And sough is just right... new to me as well:)

      Delete
    2. Thanks Rene...I love the word sough...

      sough /səf/ Verb:
      (of the wind in trees, the sea, etc.) Make a moaning, whistling, or rushing sound.
      Noun: A sound of this type.

      Delete
  2. Yes, "haunting" seems to be the right word for your piece.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I love the use of words here !!!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Exquisite poem of love ... 'seeing myself as you might see me' especially lovely.

    ReplyDelete
  5. limitation of words leaving us they mysterious. splendid.

    ReplyDelete
  6. I like such melancholia as one often finds in the gentle sighing of 'night trees'.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Great mystery in this. And yes, haunting is the perfect word for it.

    ReplyDelete
  8. You surely caught an angle of her! thanks-

    ReplyDelete
  9. Come hither and let me tempt you... She sighs.
    Well done Tess.
    rel

    ReplyDelete
  10. such a hauntingly beautiful ode to love

    ReplyDelete
  11. Beautiful Tess.

    Sough has taken its place in my WONDERFUL WORDS TO REMEMBER file - thank-you for making me aware of it.

    Anna :o]

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. It's in my notebook, too...thanks Anna...

      Delete
  12. Sough lovely and sough tender a poem
    sough spacial
    sough velvety
    move room to rug made my ears sit up
    and recognize this would be rich
    but even then i could not tell
    it would be sough swell.
    A. Nony Mous

    ReplyDelete
  13. This reads as if it were a sweet sonnetto!

    ReplyDelete
  14. Delicious. Divine.

    Would love to hear RAD's reading of this.

    And the picture - haunting! And sensual!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. He's coming, Nino...watch this space...

      Delete
  15. You've started the new year in style, Tess.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Ah, the sparsity of words between lovers!

    ReplyDelete
  17. I murmur sleep-talk,
    say only the most important words

    Yes,one needs to be more aware. Reveal too much one gets knocked off and too little one goes unnoticed and gets disregarded! Nicely Tess!

    Hank

    ReplyDelete
  18. i love the reply by A. nony mous......sough is such an emotive word...my father from Armagh used it to talk of the wind soughin' in the trees with the craws hangin on fer dear life....thankyou for this memory!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you...my pleasure, Gerry...a favorite word of mine, as well...a soft, lovely word...

      Delete
  19. You caught the mystery...the veil!
    Hugs
    SUeAnn

    ReplyDelete
  20. Beautiful and mysterious, layer after layer..inspired!

    ReplyDelete
  21. such a wonderful tone to this poem and as others have said, beauty. i have always loved images of people looking out windows. in fact, i myself so often stand or sit staring out windows and once wrote a little piece about starting out windows. my dad did it too.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Suki, I spend far too much time staring out of windows...my favorite place to dream...

      Delete
  22. Sigh.....simply beautiful Tess! :-)

    ReplyDelete
  23. You capture both the watchfulness and the artfulness of the subject here, Tess.

    ReplyDelete
  24. Oh lovely! I haven't had the bandwidth to Magpie in a very long time. Was looking for my muse and found a breathtaking photo and your lovely poem. Thanks.
    Tina @ Life is Good
    http://kmdlifeisgood.blogspot.com/

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nice to see you back at Magpie, Tina...

      Delete
  25. Beautiful and gentle, so well matched to the picture.

    ReplyDelete
  26. ...this is hauntingly disturbing read Tess... intrigues me of the conversation...and i,too, was unacquianted with 'sough'...i've even mistaken it to 'sought' when i first read it...so hurriedly google it....indeed, a delicious addition to my word salad tonight...smiles...

    ReplyDelete
  27. ...this is hauntingly disturbing read Tess... intrigues me of the conversation...and i,too, was unacquianted with 'sough'...i've even mistaken it to 'sought' when i first read it...so hurriedly google it....indeed, a delicious addition to my word salad tonight...smiles...

    ReplyDelete
  28. Beauty and softness immediately spring to mind. Very deep feelng, like a broad flowing river . Good one Tess, happy new year

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Kutamun...Happy New Year...

      Delete
  29. Hi Tess,
    Very nice. It had me floating from place to place as I read.

    ReplyDelete
  30. This sough is getting to me...(hee hee) you're too special for words daaahling!!! Great job, my dear niece, xo Unks!

    ReplyDelete
  31. "because you know
    enough of the others,
    to understand me completely,"

    Love the tip of intimacy, familiarity, that this speaks of. Nicely penned.

    ReplyDelete
  32. very beautiful. love sleep-talk.

    ReplyDelete
  33. Tess, do us a post, what say? How were your holidays? What is the most interesting physical project you've done lately? What's the weather like where you live? Have you cooked anything delicious? What was it and what's the recipe? Have your boots been walking down any new and interesting pathways recently? Did you take photos?

    I do love poetry and all, but one can't eat ice cream for every meal. I'd like to hear more about you!

    ReplyDelete
  34. Loved the starting lines...infact loved every word of ur writing to the core..splendid :)

    ReplyDelete
  35. Sugar, sweetened: She was be-headed-recently: Easy; Saintly-Hood: The comfort of the lodge: While she was singing, bout, a death, bed; this morning: The angels; brought the fragrance, miraculous: Never experienced such an odour, intoxicating; befo...quite heavenly, kind of like honeysuckles but even more special...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. that old drunk bastard,
      with shoes made of flesh...
      who bummed your last cigarette,
      and stinks of a thousand deaths.
      who discovered love in the back seat
      of a 64 chevy...
      who lost god in the jungles,
      drinking napalm to hide the shakes.
      who burned a flag in front of the mission,
      built bridges, houses, and dreams...
      ah, but the dreams were not to be his,
      and the houses he never entered.
      while love left him for a faster horse,
      and a carriage made of gold.
      who died a hundred times
      neath an old Esso sign...
      who buried his dog in an open field.
      who sold his soul for a bottle of cheap wine,
      and fell asleep on the railroad tracks.
      who staggered back into the alley,
      to the cheers of mongrel rats...
      whose heart reads 'made in America'...
      whose eyes the devil fears!

      Delete
  36. Bacon, Crisp, Good and Burnt: ? Oh war angels, ' Yuns gwine to kills the forgiven 1's this time': As you eliminate the vomiting vultures, that worship Money-Harvard-Yale: Don believe Great Spirit wants to kill me; 'Not Guilty, You are not guilty,' speaks the bourbon-drunk hanging judge: Little Singing Dove, wet behind the corn ears, says ' Are you for us o dem, in this nex bloody-death civil war?' Mike says, 'Need to know basis, you don need to know widdle wet behind the ears smart ass punk...the ones that do not breathe, are none o yorn affairs...

    ReplyDelete
  37. Yes haunting, and for many the sense of a dream.

    ReplyDelete
  38. This is lovely and as others have said haunting. The winter wind here has been doing a lot of soughing lately. I'm beginning to tire of it.

    ReplyDelete
  39. Thanks for your kind comments and continued support, dear friends...

    ReplyDelete
  40. I know I've had a busy week but I thought I'd commented here because I did read it as soon as it went up. I think I was waiting for RAD! The word sough - haven't heard that or used it since I was in the English Lit class. You bring up so many reminders with your incredible use of language and precious poetry.

    ReplyDelete

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