For me, the poem's first half beautifully captures the mystery of this life. What is over the hill? Where did the free bird fly? Where will the road lead to next? How can I fit together a string of words to express myself, words that, no matter how well-laid side by side, still miss something?
Then the sharp pivot, the way in which the vastness of the mystery can become overwhelming and, at the same time, suffocating. Can we rest comfortably in not-knowing, not-attaining?
I've read a lot of poetry but never heard of Tessimond - amazing -- so thank you very much for introducing me to him. This particular poem I will commit to memory and add it to my repertoire for the occasional poetry recitals I give. The first two lines reminded me of Sheenagh Pugh's poem "What If This Road?" The poem delves into the introspective mindset of the introvert, something with which I have a long-standing affinity.
Thank you for the introduction to Tessimond.. a hauntingly beautiful piece, yet a sense of playfulness visualizing the various ways he explores and experiences himself throughout .. I loved "Twists on his heel to trap his following shadow.. "
I'm surprised Tessimond's work was never explored in any of my English Lit, Poetry and writing courses. He's wonderfully evocative. You can viscerally feel the restlessness that drove his pen to dig deeper into the mysteries of love and adventure
he is searching for that part of himself that was never
resting in the rib cage of his soul, straying sparse
in everything else…
I like the perspective of a soul always on the road, unruly, restless, curious, loving this world yet being million miles away from it, fluid like water yet resilient like the earth. The poem suggested some of this ideas to me. Thank you for sharing
This makes me think of the famous saying, "The grass is always greener on the other side."
The poem is a good one, putting with poetic verses that man's situation. Nothing hard to understand in this; the diction comes through clear enough to enjoy the reading without semantic complications.
This speaks to some very deep, often dormant places within me that still hide in the shadows, but, sparked by the match against flint of his words, now demand to be heard.
Can anyone tell me why there isn't a link to directly navigate back to the original post from the comments section? I see the title of the piece I responded to, but no link. The back button doesn't take you there either. Thank you!
For me, the poem's first half beautifully captures the mystery of this life. What is over the hill? Where did the free bird fly? Where will the road lead to next? How can I fit together a string of words to express myself, words that, no matter how well-laid side by side, still miss something?
Then the sharp pivot, the way in which the vastness of the mystery can become overwhelming and, at the same time, suffocating. Can we rest comfortably in not-knowing, not-attaining?
What a terrific poem for this Sunday. Thank you.
I've read a lot of poetry but never heard of Tessimond - amazing -- so thank you very much for introducing me to him. This particular poem I will commit to memory and add it to my repertoire for the occasional poetry recitals I give. The first two lines reminded me of Sheenagh Pugh's poem "What If This Road?" The poem delves into the introspective mindset of the introvert, something with which I have a long-standing affinity.
Thank you for the introduction to Tessimond.. a hauntingly beautiful piece, yet a sense of playfulness visualizing the various ways he explores and experiences himself throughout .. I loved "Twists on his heel to trap his following shadow.. "
I'm surprised Tessimond's work was never explored in any of my English Lit, Poetry and writing courses. He's wonderfully evocative. You can viscerally feel the restlessness that drove his pen to dig deeper into the mysteries of love and adventure
He's searching,
He's behind you,
He's the shadow,
He's the new,
He's the old,
He's all he knew...
.
Searchlight looking out,
Searchlight makes us proud,
Searchlight sees the pain,
.
In the end it starts all over again...
It is allways a pleasure to read what you share …
Thank you !
🌞
Perhaps
he is searching for that part of himself that was never
resting in the rib cage of his soul, straying sparse
in everything else…
I like the perspective of a soul always on the road, unruly, restless, curious, loving this world yet being million miles away from it, fluid like water yet resilient like the earth. The poem suggested some of this ideas to me. Thank you for sharing
This makes me think of the famous saying, "The grass is always greener on the other side."
The poem is a good one, putting with poetic verses that man's situation. Nothing hard to understand in this; the diction comes through clear enough to enjoy the reading without semantic complications.
Good read!
Beautiful.
Wonderful poem. So relatable.
That one nails it. :)
This speaks to some very deep, often dormant places within me that still hide in the shadows, but, sparked by the match against flint of his words, now demand to be heard.
I love this
Thanks for writing. I need the peace that poetry brings when I read it!😊
Can anyone tell me why there isn't a link to directly navigate back to the original post from the comments section? I see the title of the piece I responded to, but no link. The back button doesn't take you there either. Thank you!
https://poeticoutlaws.substack.com/p/portrait-of-a-romantic
Thank you. ☺️ It would be nice if that were the default set up. So you can reference back & forth between the piece and the comments. ❤️
You're the only person that's had a problem with it since I began this page. Everyone else has easily got back to it.