The Mill, 1964, Andrew Wyeth |
Boots tramp your arrival.
I am aware of you.
Wyeth stillness lies
in the bodice of my gown.
Unlace the corset with gloved hands
to find the curvature of the earth.
Fire hisses.
Impatient embers
find their way into everything we know.
The room is overwarm.
Gathered branches tumble to the floor.
There is no script, no canvas.
This is no ordinary happiness.
This is no ordinary happiness.
Probably could discard the gloves then ....:)
ReplyDeleteAsbestos gloves...
DeleteThis deserves two exquisite video readings ... one from Tess, one from Mr. Stainforth!!!
ReplyDeleteI think one exquisite reading is more than enough... : )
DeleteTess, this is SO good, I'm betting that you "hear" it being recited as you choose the word-paints.
ReplyDeleteIn fact, it IS how I should see my own writing, "hear" it being stated, whenther poem--or not.
THANK YOU for these thoughts I'm having. Now...on to the snowfall and winter. Hmmmm, I just cannot seem to identify--THANKFULLY--grin!!!
Thanks Steve...poetry is meant to be heard...whether audibly in your head...or actually reading out loud...I do hear it as I write...and Mr. Stainforth breathes audible life into my words...
DeleteLove it! Such contrast with the picture...Inspiring!
ReplyDeleteUtter delight!
ReplyDelete"There is no script, no canvas. / This is no ordinary happiness."---couldn't think more of a better ending other than these two lines. Beautiful, Tess!
ReplyDeleteit's not spring that has sprung :)
ReplyDeleteThere is no script, no canvas.
ReplyDeleteThis is no ordinary happiness
The cold makes man to think outside the box to improvise in testing situations. Truly said Tess!
Hank
Your incessant sexual references make me smile so mischievously! However, in other news, that last line will be stolen. You have been duly informed.
ReplyDeleteAnd this is no ordinary sentiment.....it breathes
ReplyDeletesensual and hot poem for warming up the winter!
ReplyDeleteI am feeling love is brewing, and warming all that's bitterly cold.
ReplyDeleteBerowne is back. Prepare for more cyber jousts.
ReplyDeleteYou've been missed Mr. B...
Delete"Wyeth stillness lies
ReplyDeletein the bodice of my gown."
That is stillness indeed! But the fire kisses will fix that!
Giggle I like fire kisses...but it's fire hisses, Ford...
DeleteMadam, once again you pen lines I long to have created.
ReplyDelete"…to find the curvature of the earth…" Yes, I am familiar with this discovery. Exquisite!
Thank you, Irish...nice to see you...
DeleteElegant yet searing in its sensuality. What a gorgeous piece!
ReplyDeletesexy
ReplyDeletebeautifully written, sexy and sensuous in snow!
ReplyDeletewww.numerounity.com
I love the last line.
ReplyDelete=)
Love this poem, Tess, especially the ending!
ReplyDeleteThis is no ordinary happiness is a wonderful line, but then, so is the rest of it!
ReplyDeleteThank you for all your kind and generous comments, dear readers...
ReplyDeleteAn excellent write Tess!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful!
ReplyDelete