‘Empty Room’ – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

Anyone would think I liked Tessimond, wouldn’t they? 😉

This one worked out rather well 🙂

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

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‘Earthfast’ – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond, read by Lis Goodwin

Doing this poem justice in a video was never going to be easy. There were so few images the right size which spoke to me, and worked with the poem. I was, however, amazed at the incredible variety of truly magnificent and creative architecture out there – I’m sure Tessimond would have been impressed by these had they been around in his day.

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

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Earthfast – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

Architects plant their imagination, weld their poems on rock,
Clamp them to the skidding rim of the world and anchor them down to its core;
Leave more than the painter’s or poet’s snail-bright trail on a friable leaf;
Can build their chrysalis round them – stand in their sculpture’s belly.

They see through stone, they cage and partition air, they cross-rig space
With footholds, planks for a dance; yet their maze, their flying trapeze
Is pinned to the centre. They write their euclidean music standing
With a hand on a cornice of cloud, themselves set fast, earth-square.

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

This was the poem that I chose to share when I thought, ‘Hmmm today’s prompt is ‘surface

I hope you enjoyed it!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

http://www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Seaport – a poem by A S J Tessimond

Green sea-tarnished copper
And sea-tarnished gold
Of cupolas.

Sea-runnelled streets
Channelled by salt air
That wears the white stone.

The sunlight-filled cistern
Of a dry-dock. Square shadows.
Sun-slatted smoke above meticulous stooping of cranes.

Water pressed up by ships’ prows
Going, coming.

City dust turned
Back by the sea-wind’s
Wall.

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

Another beautiful poem by  A S J Tessimond. I love his work – he paints pictures with words. I hope you enjoyed it!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin – your voice coach

http://www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Epitaph On A Disturber Of His Times – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

We expected the violin’s finger on the upturned nerve;
Its importunate cry, too laxly curved:
And you drew us an oboe-outline, clean and acute;
Unadorned statement, accurately carved.

We expected the screen, the background for reverie
Which cloudforms usefully weave:
And you built the immaculate, adamant, blue-green steel
Arch of a balanced wave.

We expected a pool with flowers to diffuse and break
The child-round face of the mirrored moon:
And you blazed a rock-path, begun near the sun, to be finished
By the trained and intrepid feet of men.

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

I hope you enjoy this poem by one of my favourite poets!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin, your voice coach

http://www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Posted for the prompt ‘Profound’

Any Man Speaks – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

I, after difficult entry through my mother’s blood
And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);
I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, unaligned;
Cut off in my communications; stammering; speaking
A dialect shared by you, but not you and you;
I, strangely undeft, bereft; I searching always
For my lost rib (clothed in laughter yet understanding)
To come round the corner of Wardour Street into the Square
Or to signal across the Park and share my bed;
I, focus in night for star-sent beams of light,
I, fulcrum of levers whose end I cannot see …
Have this one deftness – that I admit undeftness:
Know that the stars are far, the levers long:
Can understand my unstrength.

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

I love A. S. J. Tessimons poetry – this is another insight into his fragile yet masculine mind – a beautiful window on a world he shared so often through his work.

I hope you enjoy it.

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin, your voice coach

http://www.gloriousvoicecoaching.com

Quickstep – a poem by A. S. J. Tessimond

Ballroom

Acknowledge the drum’s whisper.
Yield to its velvet
Nudge. Cut a slow air-
Curve. Then dip (hip to hip):
Sway, swing, pedantically
Poise. Now recover,
Converting the coda
To prelude of sway-swing-
Recover.
Acknowledge
The drum-crack’s alacrity –
Acrid exactitude –
Catch it, then slacken,
Then catch as cat catches
Rat. Trace your graph:
Loop, ellipse. Skirt an air-wall
To bend it and break it –
Thus – so –
As the drum speaks!

A. S. J. Tessimond

This poem reminds me of hip-hop lyrics, it’s punchy and has rhythm and a beat to it.

I hope you enjoy it!

Best wishes

Lis Goodwin, your voice coach