From the beginning
kindred voices whisper
between words.
Sea through the windows.
Landlocked roots.
You reel me in without a net.
Gently unhook. For
keeps.
Channels pulse an ancient beat,
deeper in your eyes than blue.
I have been away too long.
Ancestors line the shore.
One of them points―
"Your man over there"
I take him literally.
They applaud as rain.
Rush of belonging sweeps
stronger than a tailwind.
I grasp your arm
to keep from flying―
put me down!
Look at my pale feet
unearthed from nowhere,
still covered in grubs.
I dig in my heels.
Spread my toes like fins.
Spread my toes like fins.
tk/May 2015
Lovely retro-esque read by R.A.D. ...
At last a poem of substance, not relying on cadence to 'whing it.' There is a mic of admiration, problem-solving and pleasure in tasting your poetry, Tess, and a precious lack of pretention in your words. While concurrents may promise each other everlasting love as they express unfounded amazement at each other's alarming lines, you reproduce reality in forms more real. I enjoy these poetry readings of yours very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind and generous comment, Forest Tinker. I'm very fortunate to have the talented Mr. Stainforth read my poems.
DeleteAlways a pleasure to read your beautiful lines...
ReplyDeleteLovely, fiery mermaid :)
ReplyDeleteBefore anything else - we both wrote five stanzas, five lines each without huddling up first. that delighted me.
ReplyDeleteI hear the applause, feel her heart... enter your poem. Thank you!
Great minds... *wink*
Deletewonderful images............and this line:
ReplyDeleteThey applaud as rain. !!!! lovely !
wonderful images....love this line :
ReplyDelete"They applaud as rain" !!!
Nicely done, Tess.
ReplyDeleteYou have put it beautifully
ReplyDeleteYou have put it beautifully
ReplyDeleteI was captured surface to bed with this one Tess! Comps to RAD, too!
ReplyDeleteRAD makes it rad...
Deletebravissimo!
ReplyDeleteGreat write Tess! Floats beautifully!
ReplyDeleteHank
Perhaps they were set loose together as babies in a wicker basket , to float out to sea , before being found and separated by kindly fishermen , several millennia later, they find each other ....
ReplyDeleteI like the way you think, Kutamun.
DeleteGreat play on the words - sea through the windows..I think she will need those heels to survive on land..
ReplyDeleteIt isn't enough that your poetry is beautiful and full of images. To hear this gentleman read your works is just such a treat.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing and thank you for your work at Magpie Tales.
Glad you enjoy Stainforth's excellent readings, Chris. He brings my words to life.
Deletevery powerful words here
ReplyDeletebeautiful and whole together a different interpretation
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone for your thoughtful comments.
ReplyDeleteYou reel me in without a net speaks of deepest love... thoughts come to life between your lines.....on to the rest of life! Come what may like.
ReplyDeleteLandlocked roots sounds just perfect.
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza really grabbed me.
Deep emotion, like the ocean surf, spills poetry from our depths.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if you are going back to that beloved water one finned toe at a time! The line "They applaud as rain." was sumptuous. Wonderful Tess big hug!
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