You find a way
through the plumbing
carve coal out of steam
cut a trench by osmosis
knock on wood
dig in your heels
every once in a while
you make sounds
like a locksmith
it's not easy to stay
use household words
take out the trash
but I'd like to sew
buttons on
someday
Tess Kincaid
September, 2011
reading: the inimitable R.A.D. Stainforth, Black Dogs
photo: abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio
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Oh I like this very much! You've taken me back to my grandparents' farm. what have we forgotten? What are we no longer teaching the young? How will anyone, even us, survive if we must?
ReplyDeleteYour poem raises some very profound questions about who we were, who we are, and who we are not becoming....
Rick
I like the contradictory ending. But I'd like to sew buttons on someday. Thanks for another Magpie! :)
ReplyDeleteLike the imagery in this Tess.
ReplyDeleteNow you've got me thinking about trenches, cut by osmosis. Another gem, Tess.
ReplyDeleteIt is an awesome poem Tess.
ReplyDeleteImitable brings a specific feel to your poem.
I can't help but think, "what if he did everything by accident?"
such beauty...
ReplyDeleteDon't you love Stainforth's great Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal-ish "take out the trash"?
ReplyDeleteThe backbone of America. Wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteA little raisin for you. : )
Note: The "imitable" R.A.D. Stainforth has just been upgraded to "inimitable"...until further notice...
ReplyDeleteGreat one Tess! Lot's of images flying around in my head while reading this.
ReplyDeleteTess I just got your book on Saturday. Have read through it all. Found myself speaking in the same way as you as a result of your reading. I have been invited to a monthly Poet's Supper again that I used to visit several years ago. The photo and your poem reminds me of my gm. She could and would do whatever it took. Blessings
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sew buttons on someday...great line tess...
ReplyDeleteIf you live on a farm, you have to be a Jack (or Jill) of all trades.
ReplyDeleteQMM, so glad you got the book. Mine came, too, and it's so satisfying to actually hold it in my hands. Thanks for your kind support!
ReplyDeletedeep and beautiful thoughts.
ReplyDeletelove your take.
Beautifully put, Tess.
ReplyDelete— K
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
So many angles to come at this picture from... You always seem to pick such brilliant prompts! And write brilliant poetry to go with them! Thank you!
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ReplyDeleteMahvelous, as Jerry Lewis would say.
I was imagining the Sound Of A Locksmith. If alone, quiet, with ticking sounds, an occasional key leaping off the grinder upwards to join other lost keys piercing the ceiling.
Mahvelous, Tessy.
You have such an ear for the musicality of language Tess - the sound of your language dances even without the reading aloud.
ReplyDeleteThe poem; "jack-of-all-trades" is a creative gem. Adore the precision of metaphor and the iconic line "sew buttons on someday". So incredibly brilliant. The reading with dramatic inflection captures the vital essence of the poem's distinct mood and meaning. Love your voice too Tess; you two artists are a wonderfully creative duo!
ReplyDeleteOne to read several times to envisage the story that lies behind.
ReplyDeleteTess, your poem reminded me of someone I knew and loved long ago .. you described him to a tee!
ReplyDeletelove it
ReplyDeleteand the hubcap reminds me of a button :)
I had to read this and reread it, as I am new to poetry, to the play of words, but as always, you make me think. And you do play with words so wonderfully, so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteWhat torrent raged, what waters flowed to bury a wheel so deep. What started with a single raindrop only grew. Tumbling, To leave her where she sleeps. Lovely Tess, beautifully read too! Cheers!
ReplyDeletejust goes to show that alteregos can exist, or perhaps, the "us" who wanted to do a different thing. great work, tess. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece... reminds me of days long ago, momentary glimpses into farm life.
ReplyDeleteSomething about the ending really touched me. Love this!
ReplyDelete"Sounds like a locksmith" - Truly a great phrase.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed hearing you read once again. A great topic for this poem and I also enjoyed Baker's comments.
ReplyDeleteWow! That's all just wow plus amazing. And the voice - the very British voice apart from 'take out the trash'
ReplyDeleteA precious gem here to be cherished.
(I wait impatiently for the book to arrive1)
Tess---I went over to R.A.D.'s blog and read some of his postings. Quite the character I'd say. How do you find these great places to visit? And...I was surprised to hear him refer to you as "reclusive". He also said "enigmatic" which I agree with but I never quite thought of you as reclusive. You seem so out-going and social to me. Love how he chastises Americans for not being able to spell (such words as "tumours") Great sense of humor!!
ReplyDeleteSee what I mean? You have many perceptive readers Tess.
ReplyDeleteI am taken by the abstract essence of your words. Especially enjoy hearing you read your work -- makes me feel as though I get a peek behind the curtain of your meaning... would love to watch the movie in your mind as you write one of your pieces...
ReplyDelete'sew buttons on someday'......how beautiful.............
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Farmchick and Rob, giggle, this isn't me reading this piece, but rather R.A.D. Stainforth...take another listen...
ReplyDeletegreat photo. interesting poem. what a riot that some folks think you have a british accent and a deep voice. LOL.
ReplyDeleteGlad to read some have received your book as i still havent. sigh....
There is an ever-growing and worrying trend to 'specialisation' - I hope it doesn't put the multi-talented jack-of-all-trade completely out of business.
ReplyDeleteYour words are always a good surprise..so visual..
ReplyDeleteYes, I like it so much!
ReplyDeleteGood one, Tess. I especially like the ending.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Tess!
ReplyDeleteHappy Labor Day!
Tess, is it true that you light a cigarette before reading each of your poems ... I'm curious ...
ReplyDeleteR.A.D., yes, I do. You are so very perceptive! It has become a trademark of mine, of sorts. I read this one in my best English accent, male version.
ReplyDeleteI am so very pleased that you
ReplyDeletechose this image as your prompt
this week; one of my personal
favorites of your series on ruin
and abandonment and nostalgia.
I love the line: /carving coal out
of steam/. And R.A.D., you are
rad, radical, radishing, and much
more. Easy on the fags, sir, we
want to hear more of you. The
collaboration between your readings
and Tess' s poetics is pure bliss,
for sure!
Thanks Glenn, and thanks to anyone else who cares to listen to my powerful readings of Tess's amazing poems ... what marvellous thought bombs or landmines they lay in our minds ... with a few vodkas inside of you, you can write poetry too ...
ReplyDeleteWow, this is excellent. Wonderful movement throughout! Ha, I just watches (for the umteenth time) a documentary about the Triangle Shirt Waist Factory Fire .... so your last line made me think of it.
ReplyDeleteTess, you are hardly reclusive. Also you are a fine poet. The deal as I learned years ago, a person only needs literacy and the capacity to type in some way and then have enough time and this computer life can be completely dynamic no matter what the rest of life is like.
ReplyDeleteAlso, this medium provides the opportunity for alter egos and total role playing like the highly literate woman I know of who runs a computer based writing group largely for women in the persona of a man. She has been successful for years but I know her former lover and so know the truth. I have no interest in busting her but then again I never take computer stuff at face value unless it is completely obvious.
On the other hand, I never allow myself paranoia either. What's it to me? If the poetry is great, what do I care? I mainly look for friends and I find them.
Closing lines got to me...Deeper than it looks!
ReplyDeleteI liked it!:)
Oh so well done, and a great prompt and your poem is wonderful.
ReplyDelete@christopher Hi, how's it going man? I have hard evidence that points to Tess Kincaid being a woman. My own blog is, in fact, written by two Lebanese women. They are both keen to meet bearded Americans ...
ReplyDeleteFascinating imagery.
ReplyDeleteThis was an image that moved me as I thought of old things abandoned, even those that we cherish...
ReplyDeleteYour poem amplifies my thoughts.
lovely and there's that o word again!
ReplyDeleteA little longing for my mother I've felt after reading this piece. A little unsentimental, but insightful line after line.
ReplyDeleteAs usual....it is amazing Tess....your imagery could sew buttons on the moon!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI really loved reading this - these lines: you make sounds
ReplyDeletelike a locksmith - powerful imagery
Self sufficiency, eh? LOL
ReplyDeleteSome lovely phrases, and room for many interpretations.
ReplyDeleteWow Tess - as always amazing strong words. Wish I had your wordpower!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Well, I'm a bit late to the party, and can't really add anything to the comments. I like the nostalgic feel of it though. I can sew a button on, but can't guarantee how long it will stay.
ReplyDeleteHere's my late entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/09/he-was-a-ford-man-2/
Thank you for your wonderful comments, gentle readers. You are the best...you make sharing my stuff such a pleasure... xo
ReplyDeleteWhy Tess. I love this. Cut a trench by osmosis.
ReplyDeleteI think this is my favorite one of yours so far! I love how the imagery snaps jigsaw tight as you read, and sinks into place after. It creates a sense of meaning impressionistic yet... sharp, smart, hard and precise.
No, I love this. I envy it. Damn it all, one can envy what one loves.
@ dogimo I like that phrase "imagery snaps jigsaw tight" ... do you mind if I borrow it to use in conversation ...
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