Sunday, February 17, 2013

February Thaw

R.A.D. Stainforth ... another lovely read ...




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


Wind of History, Jacek Yerka 

45 comments:

  1. Wind swims upstream
    through my hair,
    like a shoal of narrow pickerel

    Love that, Tess... I used wind, too.

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  2. Ah, the wind was in my hair as I read.

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  3. That makes my lips itch. And the painting... the painting makes me think of someone who uses a vibrator but never has sex.

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    1. I think the painting has a lovely Withnail quality about it...

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  4. No 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.

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  5. Lovely words and perfect illustration! It is still icy here in England .... but the birds know Spring is coming soon. Minerva ~

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  6. You have a magical way of creating sexy passionate poetry. From the most unlikely sources.

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  7. ohhh....this is so good.like its got under my skin....x

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  8. Your poem goes perfectly with the picture !!!

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  9. we did exactly this yesterday Tess! lovely spring drive through the mountains!
    Great poem- I was a bit dark with mine...happy week to you!

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  10. This is amazing. I love it!

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  11. good job on the poetry.

    great painting.

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  12. I can't wait. It sounds great, as you describe it, to be so warm again. Yay, spring!

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  13. Dear Tess: "Suck any evidence of winter" those cod-gy pickerels with their obtuse fish-faces do this to winter? Well-stated opulence~

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  14. Glad to find that winter is being sucked away! thanks-

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  15. Dear Tess,
    I 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.

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    1. 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...

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  16. Love the directional wording...wonderful
    Hugs
    /SueAnn

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  17. hmm nice - wind swims upstream :-)

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  18. I 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 ;)

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  19. How can a poem be so spare and opulent at the same time.
    You are quite the artist, Tess.
    And the reading was extraordinary.

    =)

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  20. Such beauty...you take a few words and weave it into volumes of imagination

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  21. Time to go upstream into spring..I'll follow your words anywhere!

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  22. beautiful word-smithing. The images stand out in 3D.

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  23. I sometimes encounter this small gulf between aspiration and ability....and drive on anyway!

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  24. suck any evidence of winter
    from my surface.

    If only! :-)

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  25. Wow....you certainly brought nature to life in this one Tess......beautiful!

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  26. I wish I could erase any evidence of seasons from my surface - even just a few years?

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  27. Extra special reading as always, and lovely reflection of my thoughts exactly! Nice!

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  28. Warmer days are coming, but not quite here yet. I love the interesting visuals your words always paint. Lovely reading too.

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  29. As much as I love spring colour, I also feel a little sad when winter goes...!

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  30. Great poem! Here in Maine, we call this 'mud season'!

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― O. Henry (and me)