Sunday, February 9, 2014

Remittance Man


This morning I dream you wear your hat;
the well-loved trilby that accompanied you
to the King George, where three-year olds meet
older horses.

You stand quietly, hands across your chest.
I imagine you posed like that,
calmly watching the 3:10; cigarette dangling
from your whiskers.

I step from behind, hand on your shoulder,
remove the hat, place it cocked over my eye.
All its privileges and undeniable luck released
upon my head. 


tk/February 2014


Excellent read by R.A.D. Stainforth...in the sun-she-ine... 



32 comments:

  1. Just right. Did RADS grow the beard just for this poem?

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    1. It's my winter growth a hibernation thing can't be bothered to shave ...

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    2. I hope you keep it...it suits you...

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  2. There's nothing I can say about this except, 'wow'. (And RAD is allowed to smoke in the kitchen?)

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    1. R.A.D. can do whatever he likes in the kitchen...

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  3. I am a bit amazed they let you in (un)dressed like that! A little raunchy like the photo.

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  4. Ah, the hat!! Lol! I almost wrote about a gangster but went with something different. I just love your write's Tess no wonder your work is so popular it's romantic, nostalgic and darn right sexy! Sorry about the moaning about black and white it actually helped me go deeper. Nice!

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  5. Black and white pic will always attract especially with pouted lips. Wonderful write Tess and wonderful read RADS!

    Hank

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  6. Quite the dream I say .. love the image, love your poetry.

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  7. Enjoyed this prompt..I always enjoy your poems and reads..

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  8. A remittance man with the philosophers stone nestled safely in his pocket .....

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  9. This is one sexy poem, it's sexiness heightened by the reading! Wow.

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  10. I love the 3:10 detail in your poem. I felt as if it were a little nod to me. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. Thank you...always good to see you at Willow Manor, Cuban...

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  11. Exciting how we change under the hat....specially interesting - under someone's hat ...as if really the thoughts transforming... ~ Great image and addictive read by RAD

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  12. That hat would change anyone's luck. Great poem!

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  13. I like that hat. And that poem. And your reader . . . what's his name?

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    1. Ronaldo Antonio Dent Stainforth... the last man in Europe...

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  14. Hats! the ultimate in character impersonation. Love.

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  15. Just as we've come to expect...your poem is wonderful as always!

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  16. There is a lot unsaid and left to the imagination, I love it!

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  17. oh, you totally pulled me into this setting...the dangling cigarette, the sensual exchange of the hate.

    ahh, i do so love your poetry, my friend! :)

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  18. Good one Tess and RAD has a sexy voice....just saying.

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  19. "All its privileges and undeniable luck released
    upon my head."
    Oh that luck!! Lovely poem Tess, impeccably read. A pleasure to hear!

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  20. The sort of lyricism that makes me want to wear hats more often. Bravo, Tess.

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