Shadows settle brown-eyed,
The Moth and the Lamp, Cesar Santos |
warm-palmed;
cocoon discarded
in yesterday's cobweb.
Remove the horn-rims,
inherit the bookish gaze,
the soft porch bulb
of a summer night.
Watch the onslaught
of the pink moon,
breathe star-scattered
through the silent spots.
The mottled skirt
holds brunette blood;
unlike the skittish sister,
who butterflies sunshine like toast.
tk/September 2013
Yesterday's cobwebs can definitely do that!
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a restaurant...or a hat store :)
...this line took me away
ReplyDelete" pink moon,
breathe star-scattered
through the silent spots..."
Ah! Those silent spots, soetimes so welcome
YOU do beautiful work--
here
there
everywhere, Tess!
Holy farkin' shit, I'm in love with R.A.D. Stainforth's sexy lips and voice. Love the poem and the perfect illustration. You shine, Tess. You glimmer like a luminous dragonfly's wing in the summer sun. xo
ReplyDeletegood write; have a happy Sunday
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love that last line! wow!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous poem! So much to ponder. You rock the brunettitude!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed that first stanza the most..getting rid of the cobwebs of yesterday..
ReplyDeleteThe tone, the timbre, the aura - awesomeness...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful cymbal-shimmering sounds. A lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Tess. It seemed the image took me back to yesterday also..something about the words written on the wall sparked it.Love the ending!!
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ReplyDeleteThey certainly do in this painting! :)
Remove the horn-rims,
ReplyDeleteinherit the bookish gaze,
I remember when horn-rim spectacles were in fashion It certainly gave a bookish outlook to the person. Nicely Tess!
Hank
Such beautiful transformation....
ReplyDeleteBeautifully surreal..colorful!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery, Tess. I love yesterday's cobweb and the soft porch bulb of a summer night...
ReplyDelete"Who butterflies sunshine like toast" just the icing on your lovely spirited cake, so smoothly spoken it rocked my world evermore.
ReplyDelete"Who butterflies sunshine like toast." That is probably not the same as globbing it on with an ice cream scoop--is it?
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ReplyDeletein yesterday's cobweb.
most of the people loves the security of the cocoon and hold on to the past disturbances. discarding both of them is moving forward. Lovely poem.
"Who butterflies sunsione like toast" is inspired.
ReplyDeleteI would gladly exchange a whole volume of other people's poetry for a single stanza of yours Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou never cease to impress, I love the way you use language, like no one else in the world genius
ReplyDeleteAwesome and beautiful!
ReplyDeleteExcellent writing!
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Love, 'soft porch bulb of a summer night' and that last wonderful stanza.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the second stanza. Very nice!
ReplyDeleteThank you dear friends...your kind comments mean so very much to me...
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