It's warm enough
to
bring down the windows―
drive
as if it were spring.
Wind
swims upstream
through
my hair,
like
a shoal of narrow pickerel,
smearing
their sticky eggs
in
my shallow parts,
pausing
here and there
to
mouth my face,
suck
any evidence of winter
from
my surface.
tk/February 2013
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| Wind of History, Jacek Yerka |
This is stunning.
ReplyDeleteWind swims upstream
ReplyDeletethrough my hair,
like a shoal of narrow pickerel
Love that, Tess... I used wind, too.
Lovely! I love it!
ReplyDeleteAh, the wind was in my hair as I read.
ReplyDeleteThat makes my lips itch. And the painting... the painting makes me think of someone who uses a vibrator but never has sex.
ReplyDeleteI think the painting has a lovely Withnail quality about it...
Deletenow that was funny
Deletereally wonderful.
ReplyDeleteNo sign of spring here yet but the sun is higher, the beams glancing off surfaces at a different angle. Your poem is lovely, an inspiration as much as the painting. This one I couldn't resist.
ReplyDeleteA truly stunning poem!
ReplyDeleteExquisite words.
ReplyDeleteLovely words and perfect illustration! It is still icy here in England .... but the birds know Spring is coming soon. Minerva ~
ReplyDeleteYou have a magical way of creating sexy passionate poetry. From the most unlikely sources.
ReplyDeleteohhh....this is so good.like its got under my skin....x
ReplyDeleteGod, what a perfect picture.
ReplyDeleteYour poem goes perfectly with the picture !!!
ReplyDeletewe did exactly this yesterday Tess! lovely spring drive through the mountains!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem- I was a bit dark with mine...happy week to you!
Peerless as ever. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing. I love it!
ReplyDeletegood job on the poetry.
ReplyDeletegreat painting.
Dear Tess: "Suck any evidence of winter" those cod-gy pickerels with their obtuse fish-faces do this to winter? Well-stated opulence~
ReplyDeleteGlad to find that winter is being sucked away! thanks-
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteThis is superfine!
ReplyDeleteDear Tess,
ReplyDeleteI know this is about the weather (is it?) but my mind is saying something else to me - your ordinary words turning not so ordinary)
And RAD's voice, great as usual, sends shivers everywhere - and now I keep thinking of an uncanny style akin to Cohen?
Maybe my mind is on overdrive.
Not in overdrive at all Ninot...you're right...this poem is not necessarily about the weather...R.A.D.'s voice and uncanny style shivers me too...
DeleteSmiles...
DeleteLove the directional wording...wonderful
ReplyDeleteHugs
/SueAnn
hmm nice - wind swims upstream :-)
ReplyDeleteI had a hard time writing my poem as wind blown hair and windows down wouldn't leave my mind. Just perfect Tess. Love "upstream"... and "shoal of narrow pickerel" well, I love it all ;)
ReplyDeleteHow can a poem be so spare and opulent at the same time.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite the artist, Tess.
And the reading was extraordinary.
=)
Such beauty...you take a few words and weave it into volumes of imagination
ReplyDeleteTime to go upstream into spring..I'll follow your words anywhere!
ReplyDeleteLyrical and lovely.
ReplyDeletebeautiful word-smithing. The images stand out in 3D.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes encounter this small gulf between aspiration and ability....and drive on anyway!
ReplyDeletesuck any evidence of winter
ReplyDeletefrom my surface.
If only! :-)
exquisite
ReplyDeleteWow....you certainly brought nature to life in this one Tess......beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could erase any evidence of seasons from my surface - even just a few years?
ReplyDeleteExtra special reading as always, and lovely reflection of my thoughts exactly! Nice!
ReplyDeleteWarmer days are coming, but not quite here yet. I love the interesting visuals your words always paint. Lovely reading too.
ReplyDeleteAs much as I love spring colour, I also feel a little sad when winter goes...!
ReplyDeleteGreat poem! Here in Maine, we call this 'mud season'!
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