Sunday, July 6, 2014

Found



There are dozens.
Unearthed.  Scrappy.
I open the door.
Some try to get out.

Casanova figure-eights,
makes love to my boots.
Fat one naps in a hammock,
another watches from the eaves.

Then there is you.  Waiting.  

I practice this moment in my head,
half-remembered.  Silent.
Nostalgia draws us, deliberate,
as if we have always.

I hold you, feel the scratch.
Look in your melancholy eyes.
Tell me everything.
I like to be sad.


tk/July 2014


Beautiful poignant read from R.A.D. Stainforth... 






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22 comments:

  1. PirateGunnSun Jul 06, 12:40:00 PM

    Some lines are too sad. There was a mysterious touch of sensuality, but the reader was being disarmed, and a sadness took over me reading this. Very well done.

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  2. humbirdSun Jul 06, 01:47:00 PM

    Who is he...with melancholic eyes, scratching...mystery ~ R.A.D. Stainforth just adding more mystery to it..:).

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  3. Brian MillerSun Jul 06, 02:06:00 PM

    ha. mine naps on the end of the couch,
    he loves his love, when he wants it
    but if he doesnt you def get the scratch.

    that last line carries a nice detached feel to it.

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  4. BerowneSun Jul 06, 02:51:00 PM

    Interesting, how our two posts this week tell almost what might be described as the same basic story. I greatly enjoyed yours.

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  5. KaySun Jul 06, 04:15:00 PM

    this is totally, spine tingling, amazing.....for some reason it reminded me of Jacques Brel...i love it!

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  6. MichaelSun Jul 06, 07:27:00 PM

    Lovely tale and portrait Tess. You captured the sense of sadness so very well.

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  7. kaykualaSun Jul 06, 10:30:00 PM

    Look in your melancholy eyes.
    Tell me everything.
    I like to be sad.

    Perfect ending Tess! The tinge of sadness very apparent!

    Hank

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  8. Arushi AhujaMon Jul 07, 05:07:00 AM

    "I like to be sad." what a touching line... in my heart i imagined the cat talking to him!! i dont really know if thats how you put it!!

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  9. Belva Rae StaplesMon Jul 07, 03:09:00 PM

    If creating sadness was the goal, you've achieved it.

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  10. Theresa MilsteinMon Jul 07, 04:08:00 PM

    I really like the cat play here. I, too, love the ending.

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  11. Stafford RayTue Jul 08, 02:43:00 AM

    "Casanova figure-eights,
    makes love to my boots."
    So true! When they are hungry. :-)

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  12. 21 WitsTue Jul 08, 10:21:00 AM

    I feel every word you pleasingly set free. I believe there is that one Casanova in all of our lives. For me, he's the one that got away. AND! Worse yet- I saw mine the other day, at a distance, but the memory of it lingers still.

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  13. Other MaryTue Jul 08, 10:43:00 AM

    Love this...especially your closing lines.

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  14. AnonymousTue Jul 08, 01:21:00 PM

    " Casanova figure-eights,
    makes love to my boots. " Enough said...

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  15. HelenaTue Jul 08, 05:38:00 PM

    Wonderful. Glad I 'found' my way over here tonight!

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  16. Eddie BluelightsTue Jul 08, 06:26:00 PM

    Felines everywhere ~ Eddie

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  17. TruedessaTue Jul 08, 08:07:00 PM

    That last verse really makes the reader feel the sadness..I am always amazed as where you go..enjoyed reading..

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  18. Silent Otto Wed Jul 09, 01:05:00 AM

    People have built pyramids and monuments stretching across the sands of millennia in honour of these powerful little critters ! ...just glad to be in the club

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  19. rudraprayagaThu Jul 10, 03:38:00 AM

    Sad and touching.

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  20. GailThu Jul 10, 06:28:00 PM

    Casanova figure eights...purrfect.

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  21. AnonymousFri Jul 11, 05:46:00 PM

    '... as if we have always...' Don't we all think and act like that in some way, until it is too late..? Wonderfully sad....

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  22. Kathe W.Sun Jul 13, 02:24:00 AM

    Fabuloso- absolutely.

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