Sunday, January 19, 2014

Whether


Musician in the Rain, Robert Doisneau
Our ritual forecast:
clouds in northern parts

discussed a dozen charming ways.
I tell you nonchalantly

how windows rattle,
twister of the decade roars in my chair.

You do not realize Fahrenheit;
move knee-deep in symphony,

arrange the tempest of my own making,
envelop me in temperate.

No matter how hard we try
we cannot ignore stray raindrops.

I look at you with frankness;
ask whether or not it is now.



tk/January 2014




R.A.D. Stainforth delivers the forecast beautifully... 

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21 comments:

  1. anthonynorthSun Jan 19, 12:53:00 PM

    Stray raindrops and thoughts are unstoppable.

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  2. FireblossomSun Jan 19, 01:40:00 PM

    I love the clever homonym of the title, and the interplay of the "weather" between these two.

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  3. Laurie KolpSun Jan 19, 02:33:00 PM

    Yes, frankness works really well here.

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  4. humbirdSun Jan 19, 03:05:00 PM

    Love this 'stray raindrops', ' tempest of my own making' ~ nice to have your own weather no matter what...

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  5. Bekkie SanchezSun Jan 19, 03:16:00 PM

    "No matter how hard we try
    we cannot ignore stray raindrops." will be (or should be) a quote Tess! I hope you don't mind me sharing it on G+ today (giving you credit of course.)

    Another fun write and prompt thanks so much I so look forward to the word play on Sunday mornings.

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  6. C.C.Sun Jan 19, 03:25:00 PM

    This is exquisite!

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  7. 21 WitsSun Jan 19, 05:15:00 PM

    Indeed, we cannot ever turn our backs on raindrops. They are as telling as the depth of tenderness, between your lines, whether we weather our days well or not.

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  8. Kathe W.Sun Jan 19, 06:11:00 PM

    It definitely is now! Excellent Tess!

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  9. kaykualaSun Jan 19, 07:48:00 PM

    Vagaries of the weather most unpredictable. Gets pretty frustrating at times. Nicely Tess!

    Hank

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  10. MichaelMon Jan 20, 02:48:00 AM

    hmm. hmmm. IS WHAT NOW??? WHAT??? I DEMAND ANSWERS

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  11. Silent Otto Mon Jan 20, 07:35:00 AM

    Tis a delicate love affair they embody...nice beard, RAD , have you gone troppo ?

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    1. HelenMon Jan 20, 03:09:00 PM

      ... I've heard the term 'gone troppo' once, from an Aussie! Delighted to see it here!

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  12. Other MaryMon Jan 20, 08:02:00 AM

    I am struck by the line, "arrange the tempest of my own making,"

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  13. Belva Rae StaplesMon Jan 20, 12:23:00 PM

    It is now! I love the title of this too.

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  14. Susan AndersonMon Jan 20, 03:57:00 PM

    All excellent, but this is my favorite:

    "arrange the tempest of my own making,
    envelop me in temperate."

    You are such an artist with your words.

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  15. MaryMon Jan 20, 06:38:00 PM

    I'm taken by your 'stay rain drops' too ...nice one.

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  16. AnonymousMon Jan 20, 09:10:00 PM

    Excellent play with words and writing about weather and relationships. :-)

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  17. HelenaTue Jan 21, 03:54:00 PM

    Ah, Tess! Again a stunning and captivating read! Cor....doesn't RAD suit bristles...?

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  18. LynWed Jan 22, 01:56:00 PM

    Is it now...wow! Better be..so much action going on here..Love it...

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  19. KatherineThu Jan 23, 04:04:00 AM

    Oh so clever Tess...this was wonderful.

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  20. Brandee ShaferThu Jan 23, 09:43:00 PM

    Ahhh...to be enveloped in temperate. Both parties, here, are equally moody and volatile. Gets interesting, sometimes: sure nuff does.

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― O. Henry (and me)

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