Only so much room in a lifeboat,
half-capacity sixareen.
Bushel basket.
Butcher.
Baker. Maybe
a candlestick-maker;
the notables cross over
in threesomes.
Synchronicities flutter in threes,
casually. Historically
informed,
hinting at world harmony;
a table of elements
that dissolves on the tongue
like rice paper, moths.
This time it's fresh;
just the northeast wind.
Ball of string. Buttermilk
sky.
A buoyant list scrawled
on a paper kite:
1. I am loved
2. There is solace
There is no third thing.
tk/September 2014
Beautiful read by R.A.D. Stainforth...and a bit of music as well...
love all the different aspects of this...the kite..the rice paper...buttermilk...so inspiring ...xx
ReplyDeleteai ai.......what a finish. Beautiful tapestry of words..
ReplyDelete" A buoyant list scrawled
ReplyDeleteon a paper kite" - My kind of list.
Indeed, you are loved. I hope for you there is solace.
ReplyDeleteOne doesn't need a third thing. Lovely.
ReplyDelete"1. I am loved
ReplyDelete2. There is solace
There is no third thing.
Interesting indeed!!
PEACE and LOVE says it all, and you said it WELL, Tess. Thanks for the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteTrapped in her exiatential binary , the operating third continued to elude her , menage a trois in abstentia ...but all is not lost !
ReplyDeleteI really liked this - it has a haunting quality...
ReplyDeleteLove the otherworldly feel of this poem ... the list on the kite.
ReplyDeleteLoved indeed....the poet and the lover of life...there is not third thing. A breathtaking write Tess!!
ReplyDeleteWell you know what they say, three is a crowd, and one and two are all one needs! I never thought of putting a list on kite, but I like the idea. So much freshness throughout, very pleasing.
ReplyDeleteUnique writing, Tess!
ReplyDeleteSynchronicities flutter in threes, that is so true in life..no need for a third thing the first two are enough..
ReplyDeleteThe third thing: beautiful writing...
ReplyDeleteReally feel the harmony in your poem, Tess :)x
ReplyDeleteTess, Tess... there is no third Tess. I and I and I, built of ones and zeroes, LOVE THIS! Love and Light, S
ReplyDeleteWhen there is love & solace, there is light & life is bright :)
ReplyDeleteLove and solace ... do we need anything else? :-)
ReplyDeleteThe third thing comes, but don't worry about that. Lovely images as always.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I love the last line, how it so simply reinforces everything else in the poem.
ReplyDeleteContentment often is "simple". Just let the "third" thing be carried off on the breeze - whatever it is it isn't necessary. :) Lovely!
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