Friday, April 15, 2005

Question

If i were to know love
would it remember me when i was old
unwashed pots leave an all too clear
record of our passing here
the fabric of time threatened
and straightened and fought with in vain
our cautious consciousness
peeking and blinking to see
if not too much mess has been made
if we could live here
if love is not buried in our history

8 comments:

Cate said...

Love, once known, will continue to be, but it can change it's shape until you barely recognize it. Love, so tangible at first, can become a mist in the memory.

So to remember love connect words that you can come back to that ellicit the elusive feelings and make the ghost of them appear to remind you that you once loved and possibly were loved in return.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks cate kelly! Your comments are greatly appreciated.

jadedprimadonna said...

Beautiful words!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks jpd! I'm glad you found a warm place for these words!

saby said...

too many guys chasing rainbows
love is not real
just an illusion
a fore play for lust

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi saby! You must have been reading on another page! this poem is about the feelings of an 84 year old woman friend of mine. Sorry, I haven't got a clue what you are refering to (sounds like rather pessimistic stuff). Good luck!

temppixie said...

Love = hope thats all we need for life! Nice !

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks temppixie! So true; we loose that and the future is only a place to remember in! Your comments are much appreciated!