Sunday, September 22, 2013

Chrysalis

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 

Many thanks to the talented  R.A.D. Stainforth, for reading this poem.  

27 comments:

  1. Yesterday's cobwebs can definitely do that!

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  2. butterfly sunshine

    great name for a franchise
    a restaurant...or a hat store :)

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  3. ...this line took me away
    " pink moon,
    breathe star-scattered
    through the silent spots..."

    Ah! Those silent spots, soetimes so welcome
    YOU do beautiful work--
    here
    there
    everywhere, Tess!

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  4. 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

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  5. good write; have a happy Sunday

    much love...

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  6. Gorgeous poem! So much to ponder. You rock the brunettitude!

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  7. Enjoyed that first stanza the most..getting rid of the cobwebs of yesterday..

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  8. The tone, the timbre, the aura - awesomeness...

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  9. Beautiful cymbal-shimmering sounds. A lovely poem.

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  10. Beautiful 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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  11. Shadows settle brown-eyed

    They certainly do in this painting! :)

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  12. Remove the horn-rims,
    inherit the bookish gaze,

    I remember when horn-rim spectacles were in fashion It certainly gave a bookish outlook to the person. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  13. Such beautiful transformation....

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  14. Beautifully surreal..colorful!

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  15. Beautiful imagery, Tess. I love yesterday's cobweb and the soft porch bulb of a summer night...

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  16. "Who butterflies sunshine like toast" just the icing on your lovely spirited cake, so smoothly spoken it rocked my world evermore.

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  17. "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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  18. cocoon discarded
    in 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.

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  19. "Who butterflies sunsione like toast" is inspired.

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  20. I would gladly exchange a whole volume of other people's poetry for a single stanza of yours Tess.

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  21. You never cease to impress, I love the way you use language, like no one else in the world genius

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  22. Love, 'soft porch bulb of a summer night' and that last wonderful stanza.

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  23. I especially like the second stanza. Very nice!

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  24. Thank you dear friends...your kind comments mean so very much to me...

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