Sunday, June 30, 2013

Meanwhile



Meanwhile, I know
the wistful in my bones,
the coming pixelated blue

write mindless, solid,
insouciant, as if it were the ache
of a passing storm.

I shake my umbrella
thank, kiss, and love unrequited,
like a dog wet from rain.

Strangely compelled to tidy affairs
ignore the exaggerated
details of hell.


tk/June 2013


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


image by Musin Yohan

36 comments:

  1. ..Ignore the exaggerated details of hell --- ah, perfect attitude.... If only we could live blind there's no need to worry about the hell fate that laughs before us... a chuck full excellent write Tess... One of my faves of yours...

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  2. yes, we often wrap ourselves in our 'tidy affairs' to ignore the hell beyond

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  3. just perfect, Tess! love "pixelated blue", "thank, kiss, and love unrequited" ...all of this!

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  4. this is wonderful- reminds me of my days gone long ago! Especially trying to "ignore the hell beyond".

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  5. Very cool -- and then the punch of that last line.

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  6. smooth honest feelings, word picture perfect.

    a joy to read.

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  7. oh shake my world. the reading of your poems by R.A.D. Stainforth....compelling!

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  8. The Sun Breaks Through

    The storm recedes and I am dense,
    anchored and without care.
    Hell is surely still nearby.
    I will keep my area strack

    as it were.
    (Strack is a military
    slang term for neatness,
    the shoes mirrors,
    and the creases just so
    and the folds on the shelves
    and in the locker precise and aligned-
    the bed so tight you can bounce
    a coin high in the air.)

    I love you but you have turned
    elsewhere...
    the whole world steams.

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    1. I was so struck by your work I had to anchor it in my own words. Thank you.

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    2. Beautiful...glad to be of inspiration, Chris...

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  9. Perfect.

    Hell is something one thinks about as a child because in those formative years, it's spoken about a great deal and and then again in the twilight years when facing one's mortality. No one gives a damn in the years in between!

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  10. Heaven , hell, all around us all the time ! , loved it

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  11. Beautifully intense, and then there's that piercing windup...

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  12. Very moving with strong visual images.

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  13. Beautiful. Exceptionally gripping in my view.

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  14. Oh, Hell! As you say, details! Perfect, very brave...

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  15. Pixelated blue-Well we know there was some! Cool way of recalling the weather from before- : )

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  16. Lovely poetry .. everything about his photography is exaggerated in the most enchanting way.

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  17. 'exaggerated details of hell' - I love that phrase.

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  18. Thanks for all your kind comments, dear friends...

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  19. This is so beautifully put Tess...and read; I love that you always have your work read... insouciant -- such a rich word.

    http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2013/07/beneath-skies.html

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    1. Thank you S.E. ... poetry is meant to be heard ... Mr. Stainforth does an excellent job breathing life into my words...

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  20. Strangely compelled to tidy affairs...hell yes!
    You write beautifully.

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  21. "I know the wistful in my bones." That certainly speaks to me...Great Write!

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  22. Your last stanza is compelling. I love how the reading brought your poem to life. :-)

    ~Imelda

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  23. nice meld of images. so interesting the urge to tidy to work through emotions.

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  24. I love the 'shake my umbrella' verse; I've felt like that so often. Your words have the power to resonate, to move, to exhort. I thought your prompt image today was extraordinary.

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  25. What a beauty of a poem! :-) It's nice to swing by and see that the quality if the same if not better. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  26. pixelated from the pixilated poet.
    In a great sort of way.

    ~p

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  27. ...I know the wistful in my bones... so many great lines here! Lovely word choices, great imagery...

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