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
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| image by Daniel Murtagh |
Very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteHaunting. And sough is a new word for me. Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteVery evocative. And sough is just right... new to me as well:)
DeleteThanks Rene...I love the word sough...
Deletesough /səf/ Verb:
(of the wind in trees, the sea, etc.) Make a moaning, whistling, or rushing sound.
Noun: A sound of this type.
Yes, "haunting" seems to be the right word for your piece.
ReplyDeleteI love the use of words here !!!
ReplyDeleteExquisite poem of love ... 'seeing myself as you might see me' especially lovely.
ReplyDeletelimitation of words leaving us they mysterious. splendid.
ReplyDeleteLovely !
ReplyDeleteMisunderstood.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Tess!
ReplyDeleteGreat mystery in this. And yes, haunting is the perfect word for it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeletebeautiful
ReplyDeleteYou surely caught an angle of her! thanks-
ReplyDeleteCome hither and let me tempt you... She sighs.
ReplyDeleteWell done Tess.
rel
Intriguing.
ReplyDeletesuch a hauntingly beautiful ode to love
ReplyDeleteI adore this...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Tess.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, especially the last stanza!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Tess.
ReplyDeleteSough has taken its place in my WONDERFUL WORDS TO REMEMBER file - thank-you for making me aware of it.
Anna :o]
It's in my notebook, too...thanks Anna...
DeleteSough lovely and sough tender a poem
ReplyDeletesough 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
Hey nonny nonny...thank you...
DeleteThis reads as if it were a sweet sonnetto!
ReplyDeleteDelicious. Divine.
ReplyDeleteWould love to hear RAD's reading of this.
And the picture - haunting! And sensual!
He's coming, Nino...watch this space...
DeleteYou've started the new year in style, Tess.
ReplyDeleteAh, the sparsity of words between lovers!
ReplyDeleteI murmur sleep-talk,
ReplyDeletesay 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
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!
ReplyDeleteThank you...my pleasure, Gerry...a favorite word of mine, as well...a soft, lovely word...
DeleteYou caught the mystery...the veil!
ReplyDeleteHugs
SUeAnn
Beautiful and mysterious, layer after layer..inspired!
ReplyDeletesuch 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.
ReplyDeleteSuki, I spend far too much time staring out of windows...my favorite place to dream...
DeleteSigh.....simply beautiful Tess! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou capture both the watchfulness and the artfulness of the subject here, Tess.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful Tess..
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeleteTina @ Life is Good
http://kmdlifeisgood.blogspot.com/
Nice to see you back at Magpie, Tina...
DeleteBeautiful and gentle, so well matched to the picture.
ReplyDelete...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...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...
ReplyDeleteWord salad...yum...
DeleteBeauty and softness immediately spring to mind. Very deep feelng, like a broad flowing river . Good one Tess, happy new year
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kutamun...Happy New Year...
DeleteInteresting read indeed!:)
ReplyDeleteLovely and haunting.
ReplyDeleteHi Tess,
ReplyDeleteVery nice. It had me floating from place to place as I read.
This sough is getting to me...(hee hee) you're too special for words daaahling!!! Great job, my dear niece, xo Unks!
ReplyDeleteThanks Unks...
Delete"because you know
ReplyDeleteenough of the others,
to understand me completely,"
Love the tip of intimacy, familiarity, that this speaks of. Nicely penned.
very beautiful. love sleep-talk.
ReplyDeleteTess, 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?
ReplyDeleteI do love poetry and all, but one can't eat ice cream for every meal. I'd like to hear more about you!
Loved the starting lines...infact loved every word of ur writing to the core..splendid :)
ReplyDeleteSugar, 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...
ReplyDeletethat old drunk bastard,
Deletewith 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!
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...
ReplyDeleteYes haunting, and for many the sense of a dream.
ReplyDeleteThis 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind comments and continued support, dear friends...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
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