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Tess Harvester Poem
Tumble, crumble cornmeal, salted flour
Stream olive oil
Feed water and toasty yeast with sugar
Crinkle, rumple, crease, and fold
Smooth a silky, doughy globe.
Cover, leave the orb to grow
Keep baby warm
Wrap with snug and swaddling towel
Linger, loiter, wait and proof
Sing a sunny, happy tune.
Overturn the ball on flour
Dust a wooden pin
Feed heart and conscience with honey
Rotate, flatten, compress, admire
Make a downy, level sphere.
Bridge the stretchy bread to pan
Curl edges like leaves
Swirl and ladle a coat of tomato
Thick, chunky, bright, and red
Sway to kitchen melody.
Peppers, onions, olives, chokes
Sausage for some
Rain down the mozzarella and Swiss
Turn and toss, precipitate
Drizzle a snowy blend.
Push the pie into a hot cathedral
Pray for happiness
Think about joy and contentment
Pause, watch, patience, serenity
This journey bakes the future.
Copyright © 2016 Tess Harvester
Copyright © Tess Harvester | Year Posted 2016
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Tess Harvester Poem
Love and admire someone
Deeply,
Build a castle with him
Brick by brick,
Paint the walls with frescoes,
Draw dreams.
Hold him
When the illness comes,
Cook him chicken broth,
Kiss his sweaty forehead,
Suction his wounds,
Puff his pillows.
Drive him to the hospital,
Listen to the whirs in the room,
Check the lines on the monitors,
Introduce yourself to every nurse
Shift after shift,
Bargain with God.
Sign “Do not resuscitate,”
Watch his chest heave,
Leave the room
When they pull out the tubes,
Come back,
Sense his heart beat
Stop.
Lay your head on his shoulder,
Memorize him,
Lie to the nurse
That you are ready
To say goodbye.
Brush your fingers across his cheek,
Press his bruised lips,
Twist your neck as you
Walk away,
Touch the cold doorjamb,
Write what you feel.
@Tess Harvester 2013
Copyright © Tess Harvester | Year Posted 2013
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Tess Harvester Poem
I dance with you when I’m alone
Your thigh presses against mine
And leads me in a waltz of wonder,
Your rhythm captures my heart
And changes its beat to fervor.
When I am in your dreamy arms
The secrets of your eyes fling open
And show me how to follow
The steps of your dance
And the runes of your story.
As I dance in my armchair,
Your soul calls to me from a river
I step into your pools of love
Swim in the currents of your spirit
And your waves lift me into the sky.
I soar on a crest of astonishment
You become my wide-winged bird
Lift me to the tips of trees
Where I’ve never been
E’en though I dance with you
When I’m alone.
@ Tess Harvester
Copyright © Tess Harvester | Year Posted 2013
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Shivering on my cheek,
A tear remembers
Your eyes
Like flowers on fire
Petals scorched under an iron
Pain painted on your irises
Like wet blood stains
From wounds that never
Stop bleeding.
Within the pools of blood
Fear stood
With its arms outstretched
Vulnerable
Its eyes wide open
Eyes like flowers on fire.
Behind the fear
Your soul crouched like a child
Your sweet, longing, gentle soul
That ached for acceptance
That was meant for love
And loving.
But it can’t love
Locked far behind
A steel door of pain
An iron lock of fear
As if a prison could protect
A soul from feeling.
Swiftly
I stretched a beam of love
Through your flowers on fire
And caught a spark of your spirit
Before it vanished
Behind its wall.
I remember your essence
Your tender, lovely splendor
And hold it
Wistfully, warmly
In the tear
That quivers forever
On my cheek.
@ Tess Harvester 2013
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