Sunday, November 24, 2013

Secret Scioto


Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent
The Scioto reclines,
exposes the withy brush
between sycamore-scattered bends.

A bough dips to touch herself,
bleached before an overcast mirror.
Muddy stillness resonates;
waters bubble and breathe
over unturned limestone.

Every wind echoes a low moan,
opens the buttons of her gown.

Those who are gone now
wade in the shallows,
scribble small notes
in the gravelly sediment
of her parched summers.

She does not share secrets,
rises and falls in mysteries
of moss and willowherb.

Sighs fog native banks. She laughs
pays the voyeurs on the bridge no mind. 



tk/ November 2013


Exceptionally beautiful read by R.A.D. Stainforth


27 comments:

  1. Truly beautiful...thank you for this.

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  2. what a lovely poem for this river. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

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    1. Thank you...Happy Thanksgiving Kathe...

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  3. A poem ... as lovely as the Scioto must be.

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  4. Wonderful. Your words move to the river's motion.

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  5. Enjoyed... His painting (JSS), a great choice.

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  6. Looks a bit chilly for unbuttoning anything! LOL

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  7. There was a lot in the undercurrent there...really enjoyed this, almost many stories in one. Read so,so well.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed Managua...I think this is one of Mr. Stainforth's top reads...

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  8. Beautiful writing; a river runs through it.

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  9. Lovely and sensuous, as always.

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  10. Moving water - always means the change...~ Very sensual reading by R.A.D. Stainforth

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  11. Now, if this were my story, life would be even grander in so many ways.

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  12. Now I see so much more in this picture!

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  13. Rivers have that certain feel for nostalgic numbers and you've described it very well Tess! A bringer of life and of hope and economic wealth. Great!

    Hank

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  14. Youve struck a rich vein of feeling here , Tess, a river of emotion , and thanks ......

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  15. Definitely feel the current of the river in this, and R.A.D. gives it the sexy undertow...

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  16. "A bough dips to touch herself,
    bleached before an overcast mirror.
    Muddy stillness resonates;
    waters bubble and breathe
    over unturned limestone."
    You capture the imagery of the painting with lovely and perfect words.

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  17. She seems a perfect ghost to me..and I know these things..beautiful mystery....

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  18. Beautiful imagery!

    Happy Thanksgiving. I hope your day is filled with love and family.

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  19. this one takes me to a special place. If it wasn't so freaking cold out, I'd go there for real

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  20. It's Thanksgiving Day, and our family eats an early dinner instead of lunch. Just now there is a lull between the hectic preparations and all the guests arriving for the meal. I wanted to take some of that time to visit my blogging friends. I needed to say thank you. Thank you for the inspiration you provide here in your place and for the comments you leave behind when you visit mine. Happy Thanksgiving, friend.

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  21. Tess this is lovely .. beautiful read!

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