Sunday, June 22, 2014

Shoot



Dusk is recommended
for modest petticoats.
For best light, wait for the sun
to leave its comfort zone.

Capture rhapsody
in more pixels than God.
Press your head against the earth.
Feel the rhythm.

Coax summer percussion.
Join the conga.  Be seen on the street.
Peonies wear long-stemmed heels.
Ants pluck them tom-tom pink.

Look deeper than June,
past chlorophyll and bees.
Stop searching for color.
Think dappled things.

Roses strut runway red.
Shoot them in monochrome.



tk/June 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth steps out of his black and white world for a lovely summer read:  



20 comments:

  1. love the pressing of the head to dirt to feel the rhythm...
    and the looking beyond june...
    and nice closing image of the strutting roses...ha...
    the storm the other day messed mine up pretty good...

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  2. I like the active voice of your poem, in opposition to the langourous pose of the lady.

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  3. The first two stanzas are a warming sip of words - wonderful, and then everything glides but always surprises . the dapples, yes! Lovely poem, and fresh.

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  4. Lovely thought, moving from the green burst of spring to the dappled languor of summer.

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  5. Yes, summer always seems to get the most attention, when the other seasons are just as stunning, in their own way. I loved the voice of this, when she of the painting is so languorous!

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  6. Summer is in a way quite static.. and suitable for hiatus... autumn and spring are the most enchanting...

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  7. There's nothing monochrome about her... or you either for that matter! But she seems to have had enough of the conga of the day, at least for this day. X

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  8. I like the thought of listening to the rhythm of the earth..I wonder what song it would play..

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  9. its beautifully read by stainforth... i loved listening to his hardened voice on sucha soft subject!!

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  10. It's really deeper than June...Esp. love 'Peonies wear long-stemmed heels.
    Ants pluck them tom-tom pink.' ...zestfully...

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  11. I sank deep into this poem ... and did not want to leave.

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  12. Without chlorophyll , there can be no Amour

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  13. Fantastic poem, Tess - and nice to see RAD in colour mode!

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  14. That last stanza is glorious Tess!! "Look deeper than June"...I love that!

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  15. 'Peonies wear long-stemmed heels.

    Ants pluck them tom-tom pink.' ...zestfully...
    I loved the poem, all the lines but these spoke to me as I have peonies and nearby ants.

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  16. Lovely lingering mioments, and dreamlike visions, is where this leads.... even with the ants!

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  17. Loved it Tess
    Like in particular:
    Capture rhapsody
    in more pixels than God.

    Still need to read it a few tome more so U din't miss anything.

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    1. Sorry about the typos
      Just read Shoot again.
      Stuck this time with

      Look deeper than June,
      past chlorophyll and bees. :)

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  18. This one is downright yummy.

    =)

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