Sunday, May 11, 2014

Feather



I watch the sky,
listen for you in the wind,
shake out my hair, open my shirt,
let rain have its way.
Shy clouds cover their eyes.

I pick up a pleasurable stone,
one you might choose to skip;
suck April from it,
taste distant fault lines,
hold it in the roof of my mouth.

I find a lone feather,
think how it floated down,
like a sleek ghost
from something wild, airborne.
Looks right in my hair.

I wait for light to change,
this stubborn season to end,
for a massive earthquake
to come to my assistance.


tk/April 2014 



Delicious read by R.A.D. Stainforth... 






34 comments:

  1. As always your penmanship is amazing. I really enjoyed this, Tess!

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  2. A very nice, airy poem...with a tumbling earthquake of need at the end...

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  3. Captured the spirit and flow of the picture really well with your almost languid floating words

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  4. Love this first stanza...and indeed delicious reading by RADS. :)x

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  5. The different stanzas with different themes building up an image of loss and longing.. this should be set to notes Tess.. I can clearly imagine it sung.. I especially loved the stone stanza...Thank you for the excellent choice of pictures. --

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  6. Love it all, especailly, "let the rain have its way."

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  7. Love the delicacy here, balancing the delectable iota of the world a surging passion to exceed. Feathers are there, and stones, and massive storms. Lovers transgress here, and poems like this overspill all their edges. Fine.

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  8. love the subtle and delicate third stanza...

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  9. You've written some intriguing lines. I love the balance you've struck between fragile and powerful.

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  10. Loved going on this walk of discovery with you Tess! I like how you tasted the stone and put the feather in your hair. Bravo!

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  11. Reminds me of a Paul Kelly song " Cities of Texas" , about the God of Air , or the Sky Gods ...

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  12. A feeling of loss short of delirium! Just shows how effective it is. Great write Tess!

    Hank

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  13. Fiery-hot with more than a whisper of passion's delight!

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  14. .. 'shake out my hair, open my shirt, let rain have its way.' So much pleasure in every line of this poem. Permeates is the appropriate word I think.

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  15. Just stumbled upon your blog and I am definitely sticking to it.It's just awesome. I have added it in my reading list and following you now. (:

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  16. I liked the 3rd stanza the image of a feather floating down..

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  17. Maybe if the ground raised like an ocean you could float in a different way

    Chris

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  18. This is wonderful. (The reading is too.) I love the image of sucking April from a stone.

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  19. "shake out my hair, open my shirt,

    let rain have its way. "
    Nature brings out the best of you.

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  20. Your comments mean so much to me...thank you everyone...

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  21. Beautiful imagery here, Tess. Your phrases enchant.

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  22. Aah how beautiful was this Tess. Lovely write up, such passion, such expressions!

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  23. Written with such beguiling sensuality. I love it!

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