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. 


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36 comments:

  1. kelvin s.m.Sun Jun 30, 08:17:00 AM

    ..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. MerisiSun Jun 30, 09:43:00 AM

    Oh, perfect, Tess! xxx

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  3. AnonymousSun Jun 30, 10:07:00 AM

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

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  4. AnonymousSun Jun 30, 10:43:00 AM

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

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  5. Kathe W.Sun Jun 30, 11:22:00 AM

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

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  6. ElizabethSun Jun 30, 01:25:00 PM

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

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  7. the wild magnoliaSun Jun 30, 03:49:00 PM

    smooth honest feelings, word picture perfect.

    a joy to read.

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  8. the wild magnoliaSun Jun 30, 03:52:00 PM

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

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  9. christopherSun Jun 30, 05:17:00 PM

    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. christopherSun Jun 30, 05:24:00 PM

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

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    2. Tess KincaidTue Jul 02, 09:09:00 AM

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

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  10. The Blog of BeeSun Jun 30, 08:47:00 PM

    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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  11. Silent Otto Mon Jul 01, 04:26:00 AM

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

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  12. hyperCRYPTICalMon Jul 01, 05:12:00 AM

    A perfect from me too Tess.

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  13. BerowneMon Jul 01, 05:20:00 AM

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

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  14. JBinford-BellMon Jul 01, 05:56:00 AM

    Very moving with strong visual images.

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  15. Anand S UnniMon Jul 01, 06:13:00 AM

    Beautiful. Exceptionally gripping in my view.

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  16. LynMon Jul 01, 07:13:00 AM

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

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  17. izzyMon Jul 01, 07:59:00 AM

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

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  18. HelenMon Jul 01, 08:03:00 AM

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

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  19. Little NellMon Jul 01, 06:55:00 PM

    Oh that compulsion!

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  20. Sara McNultyMon Jul 01, 11:03:00 PM

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

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  21. UnknownTue Jul 02, 03:56:00 AM

    Most excellent!

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  22. Tess KincaidTue Jul 02, 09:11:00 AM

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

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  23. S.E.IngrahamTue Jul 02, 09:14:00 PM

    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. Tess KincaidTue Jul 02, 09:46:00 PM

      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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  24. UnknownTue Jul 02, 11:51:00 PM

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

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  25. Susie ClevengerWed Jul 03, 03:14:00 PM

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

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  26. AnonymousThu Jul 04, 12:00:00 PM

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

    ~Imelda

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  27. sukipoetFri Jul 05, 08:24:00 AM

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

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  28. Nana JoFri Jul 05, 10:14:00 AM

    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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  29. A Cuban In LondonFri Jul 05, 10:46:00 AM

    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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  30. philSat Jul 06, 03:05:00 PM


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

    ~p

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  31. MargaretSun Jul 07, 01:08:00 AM

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

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