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... 






22 comments:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  12. 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. Love this...especially your closing lines.

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

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

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

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  17. 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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  18. Casanova figure eights...purrfect.

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  19. '... 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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