Seasonal

Tracing the letter 'S'

The rhythm of the tongue
Lies dormant in its mouth.

No special melody calls forth
Rushing cataracts of life to
Pool deep between those
Rounded curves and
Natural embankment legs

Who yearns for journeys end
To this seasonal temperament?

Reviews

[David Scott]

I like what you did here Tam.
I could have read this strictly as an exploration of the way the letter "S" looks, sounds, feels when spoken, or even the emotion elicited when it is used in language.

Also, I could think of the many words here this letter is a part of. Seasons, sensual, sense, sex, simple, sound, sass, silly, serpent, sin, salvation... The little letter is magnificent.

Yet there is more. I can see a woman. The poem feels like an admiration of a perfectly sculptured siren... Two more "S" words... Ha.

Just think of all the poems you could write using the mandarin alphabet.

26 letters and endless possibilities.

[Tam Warink]

You must be referring to ancient Chinese. But I've read that those characters had only one syllable each. I wonder if I would miss the rhythmic nuance of multi-syllabic phonetic based language? They say the mind, at birth, forms connections appropriate to a child's native language. How I should probably struggle with it. It is my understanding that the Chinese alphabet is now "modernized", of competitive necessity, and has now brought its script inline with this age. Mandarin and other dialects too? No, I'm sorry David. I struggle enough with American English, British English and a thimble full of French, German and Italian. At least the movies are good for a few phrases, eh? ;-) Thank you for the review and your pensive walk. Most enlightening.

[Kleio13]

hahaha I definitely enjoyed this . Your quirkiness matches your intelligent literacy in your poetry. I am impressed by this piece.

[Tam Warink]

Aw, thank you, Kleio! We sit on this beach and watch the big kids play at being little kids and the other way around. Words that begin with the letter 'Q' ... qwha sounds. If you're in the mood, do me a favor... give yourself a hug and make believe it came from me. I always like to hug the muse once in a while. :)

[Kleio13]

Hahaha you're flattering and sweet. I definitely will.

[Ahena MK]

Really good.... Wonderful loved the read
Ahena :)

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Ahena! :)

[Frieda P]

If this is about writers block or life, you're taking extreme measures my friend! Floating along on your words waiting for that embankment to slow me down....you should do the same.

[Tam Warink]

It is a buffet of words and the all-you-can-eat plate that each reader serves themselves. Thank you for reading, Frieda. Bon appetite! ..oh, and I will take your advice and rest when I'm dead. Of course I could be one of the living-dead and just not know it. In that case, "Never mind!" (In my best Rosana Dana voice.)

[Frieda P]

Ahahaha, 'it's always something'!! You're so cute Tam, take a load off hon, relax. ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Rushing cataracts of life to/ pool deep between those/rounded curves"

the sensible eyes don't see so well when the passion obscures vision...

and we yearn for journey's end...that is our temperament...we want what we want now...

we get tunnel vision..oh those eyes.

nicely done...glad i happened upon your page.

jacob

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Jacob! Random chance sometimes favors the bold. In this case your randomness and words cast light here. I do appreciate the visit and your comments.

[Pryde Foltz]

Such a drive of nature to copulate and reproduce as to drive one to his death. Strong stuff.

[Tam Warink]

I wonder if it is often the case.. that the reader knows more than the writer? Thanks, really. I think I'm beginning to understand it a little better. Now, I just need to have a talk with the one responsible.

[Pryde Foltz]

Good luck with that. I always say inspiration and meaning are not necessarily the same.

[Tam Warink]

Yes, I've noticed that you like to pull that one out of the cage and frighten me with it on occasion. It reminds me of one of my favorites, "We are compelled by forces beyond our comprehension."

[Pryde Foltz]

It's a good one for me to remember. So often I look at a poem after it has been written and commented upon and go...oh yeah. But I still have choice; I could put my pen down or delete and burn everything I've ever written.

[Tam Warink]

Burn everything... well, yes, I suppose you could but consider this - anything you've put up on the internet now lives (somewhere) until .. I'm thinking never. Really. It's about as close to immortal fame (infamy) as most of us will get.

[Pryde Foltz]

True but it would take some digging. At least, after awhile. Really, one day a whole new field of archeology. Interesting thought, no?

[Tam Warink]

Yes, let's coin a name for this new field of scientific inquiry (if there isn't one already). Paleointernetology? Digital Archeology? Homoinformaticareclaimutuum?

[Pryde Foltz]

Definitely the last. Definitely.

[Tam Warink]

Cool! Now all we need is a committee. O_*

[Pryde Foltz]

You're on your own. I have retired from politics. lol.

[Sheila Kline]

Perhaps it would be good company for the straight form of the "T" which follows. I follow the curves of the letter as I read your words and think of the millions of salmon which flow back to where they began......a very interesting thought!

[Tam Warink]

Shelia, this was just a mind-dump but I do believe you have actually brought some meaning to it. Bravo! ...and thank you for the read/review. -Tam