Sunday, April 7, 2013

Necessary Ritual




Think past stones―
to rivers, folded passages,

fade the loud vacancy
to a dream of heat and softness.

Press a warm one to your face,
inhale until you know

the way cotton smells
mixed with rain-soaked hair.

Each hushed and stacked,
ready to be grabbed,

wrapped at the drop of a wet hat,
or step from a morning bath

catch wild domestic drips
from a common kitchen sink.


tk/April 2013 

Thanks to the talented R.A.D. Stainforth for reading this poem. 

Woman With a Towel, 1898, Edgar Degas

42 comments:

  1. Does Mr Stainforth always recite in the bathroom?

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  2. ah the luxury of a warm soft towel....simply lovely Tess!

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  3. Now I feel like I need to go take a bath. :-)

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  4. There is nothing quite like the warmth and smell of a soft towel ... beautiful study of comfort, Tess.

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  5. Cotton towels dried in the out of doors, none of those fake smell dryer sheets ...

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  6. Very Nice..fav lines

    Press a warm one to your face,
    inhale until you know

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  7. Creative and perceptive, both.

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  8. I just love the lines:

    inhale until you know

    the way cotton smells
    mixed with rain-soaked hair.

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  9. Wonderful and so lyrical!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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  10. Ahhh...I need a baaath
    and a loofaaaahhhh

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  11. Great towel description! and I really like the last two lines.

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  12. The variations of drying. I'm not so kind to my towels!!

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  13. cool juxtapositions - really love hearing your poems being read thanks

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  14. I love the way cotton smells and now I want to take a bath! A poem to meet the expectations of the painting.

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  15. In my next life , i want to be this towel !

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  16. wild domestic drips...smiles..ha. i like that...and the way cotton smells stanza was so evocative tess...i like much

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  17. Love that title....!!

    I am truly how that painting has taken us venturing into new paths...

    paint me in many hues, not just black

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  18. You make towels so sensual, Tess! I love the smell and feel of a warm, fresh towel pressed into my face! You captured it perfectly!

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  19. I feel as if I'm wrapped in this lovely poem...excellent!

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  20. Great. I found this very sensuous.

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  21. This was amazing loved the reading =)

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  22. I wish this was a scratch `n sniff poem!

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  23. What a tour de force...your poetry is gorgeous, sublime, like a massage today.

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  24. This poem keeps flashing me back and forth between the bathroom and the bedroom. However do you manage to write on two levels so effortlessly?

    =)

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  25. sensuous ... you are a brilliant writer. :)

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  26. I love always and most about poetry the way words magically mean so many seemingly unconnected - what: people, places, things, stories, ideas... that often come from our subconscious or who knows where; thrilling. This poem is a perfect example. I read it first as sensual, based on the painting, but saw the model as pregnant so did a little research,took so long reading about Degas I gave up and came back to comment.Found nothing to support my theory but much to highlight the levels of meaning in the poem, and to remind me how much I have always enjoyed your teasing way Tess.

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    1. Thank you, Ann, that means so much to me...I try to write so readers can connect on various levels...

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  28. Oh the importance of a well presented towel. Nothing says "welcome" like a warm, fluffy, cotton towel. It is hard to find a quality towel... you should do a post as to where you get yours... I'm sure you know where the best ones can be found!

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  29. I like the juxtaposition between the last two lines.

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  30. "fade the loud vacancy," ah willow. Tess, I mean! Yet I love willow the name (and the tree as well). Fade the loud vacancy. Fate? Fade. Fade the loud vacancy.

    You know what, I bet there isn't a single poem of yours that I've seen that didn't contain at least one (1) line I could shake free, pluck from its well-nestled context and run with, willy nilly non sequitur, a stolen plump plum of a poem prompt. I mean, this poem has three! At least.

    I guess what I'm saying is, your excellence must get pretty irksome to anyone with a competitive bent, who is a poet. Luckily of course, it's not an issue - most poets have a better mindset than that.

    Lucky.

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    1. Good to see you, Dogimo...and thank you...you just made my day...

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  31. Perfectly paired with the passage with some really great imagery and some stunning language.

    I love

    catch wild domestic drips
    from a common kitchen sink.

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  32. Ahh the sensuality of a warm fluffy bath towel. Wonderful Tess!

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  33. I read through "Unpressed" yesterday . . several more than once. I was struck by the sensuality . . some even erotic . . in nearly all of them. Love them, love you, poet!

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