Sunday, September 1, 2013

Climbing



I see your head poke
from a cloud of leaves;
your sap-stained legs dangle
beneath a limb.

Some days you climb further,
to the high branches,
frighten sparrows
from their narrow perches.

In winter you are easily seen
carving graffiti into the bark
with your laser eyes;
four initials and a heart.

I am content to swing low,
absolve myself with hemp,
twist tight, let go,
lose control.


tk/August 2013 


Thank you, R.A.D. Stainforth, for this beautiful read. 

Jeanie Tomenek 



41 comments:

  1. Another gorgeous poem, Tess. Thank you.

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  2. Sparrows on narrow perches, beware! :)

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  3. Raptly holding; beautiful...

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  4. It sounds like getting high on something nice, a beautiful piece.

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  5. ...someday, all things that climb high & almost unreacheable will come down to kiss the ground for once... dreams & souls may be burried in the air but our flesh & bones always belong to the earth where we loaned it... smiles... loved this!

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  6. rather dreamy and high..........smiles!

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  7. Ooh, love that last stanza especially! Twisted, sister. ;-)

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  8. Dreamy and full of rhythm. :-)

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  9. Lovely poetry, Tess. One day ~~ will you gift us with a video of you reading the poem ... Mr. Stainforth, it would be a one time thing - promise.

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  10. I kept thinking of a bat! But I do like the idea of satisfying oneself with hemp. ;^/

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  11. Love that art work!! And the poetry - thanks for sharing!!

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  12. It's a wonderful poem!

    http://www.numerounity.com/2013/09/mother-hen-evil-crown-princess.html

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  14. I always use Ada's initials when I feel the urge to carve a heart or two...!

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  15. Ah yes, to swing low with sweetness.

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  16. Trapeze artist par excellence, good on you , Tess

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  17. This is a fun poem. Made me think of a woodpecker, carving in the tree.
    I remember twisting the swing tight and letting it go. It would unwind so fast it made me dizzy. Swinging is such a feeling of freedom...almost like flying.

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  18. NOW I SEE why you wrote (to me) "Jump! Jump down now!"

    I just SO "like it all" Tess.
    Thank you!

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  19. ...."Sparrows from their narrow perches"....Really like how this progresses!

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  20. I see Tarzan and Jane while I swing from my memories.

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  21. Who would I rather be, the one climbing high or the one below? I know which one I am . . .

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  22. I love your poem, Tess, it's beautiful words.

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  23. I too am content to swing low if, by so doing, I can get to read your poems again, and again, and again.

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  24. Splendid. Loved these lines :

    "In winter you are easily seen
    carving graffiti into the bark
    with your laser eyes;
    four initials and a heart."

    Truly beautiful.

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  25. I love the sap-stained legs, laser eyes and "absolving myself with hemp" (hmmm). So beautifully done, Tess. One could do worse than swing low from branches, so to speak, eh? Thank you.

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  26. Some days we all need to climb higher.

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  27. some really good lines here Tess...thanks for sharing

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  28. The beautiful climb of life....love this Tess!

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  29. A stunning first stanza, with much beauty to follow.

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  30. Your kind and generous comments mean so very much to me, dear friends...

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  31. Absolutely lovely and so very well read.. I really enjoyed this Tess!

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