Sunday, July 24, 2005

Ode for the unseen chorus

Why is it that I am at peace? The
Quiet has lulled me to a sense of
Things which float rather than scurry or
Scramble. They are not in the bushes nor do
They climb the trees. They are not fervent nor
Fearful and have no need to hide or lurk. They
Do not need the darkness for they are bright and
Airy and we don’t normally see them when we are
About our usualness of doings that rob us of this
Sense that an order we don’t understand nor couldn’t
Create, is all around us, seemingly beyond our
Senses but not really because it is heavy in a
Light way, like air. We can feel it if we try, like the
Breeze that rustles the curtains and lifts the
Table cloth’s edge; that caresses our skin in
Such a gentle way like love enjoying our
Surfaces while filling our interiors with such
Gentle overwhelming that our skin is
Transformed into something pleasant and
Delightful, an organ of the oldest and most
Beautiful music.

The day is cloudy and the dog comes to
Sit beside my foot and, as if on schedule, the
Sun comes out and makes a halo for
Her body; the quietly noisy of a trillion
Rustling leaves stumbles over me in a
Pointillism of sound and she brings to me the
Aromatic wealth of her hot, dark fur for a
Pet before sitting back down. I inhale the
Day and there is a
Prickliness inside me like
Standing hair in static electricity
Before the new found sun hides
Again to the rhythm of another
Cue and the cool shade spreads its
Soothing hands across us to
Rest there.

There is a silent roar as the
Lips of the wind brush across the
Lips of the land and trees
And buildings and wires,
TV dishes and antennas, and
Through the open window and
Across the clack of this keyboard.
I float a little on it
And settle back down.
You are with me now.


Sue hardy-Dawson said...

The silence and oneness of early morning with mans best friend the second stanza is my favourite I floated right in there. Really nice poem

gulnaz said...

this is like the morning breeze, soft and refreshing and sweet. such a sense of peace and quiet in it, its relaxing to read it.

i had been wanting to write about how the days are softer now as opposed to just a month back. one can feel it most in the mornings. this has made me think of those morning hours.

A delightful poem!!

angel-A said...

it feels like meditation....
first there come thoughts, words, thoughts... they slowly become
lighter, breezy, simplier, and
finally become silent and are transformed into one sensation:
you are with me now...
and no wonder why is it I am at peace?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I feel the difference in life here just as I do in my more usual poems about drumroll and death. The dark themes are so dramatic that it is easy for them to be popular. I feel these themes very strongly, though I'm afraid that the people who enjoy my poetry might be dissapointed at not finding what they have come to expect. Still this is a song I long to also sing.

That you experience pleasure here is really important to me!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! The weather shift is palpable. I may be quite a bit north of you but I feel it too! That you have found delight in sharting my experience means more to me than anything which we could normally count as important and valuable.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks my angel! Either meditation allows us to become aware of the sensation or the sensation carries us into the meditatative state. One way or the other, they must be both present before we see the reality which is more simple then the over-complexity of our ideas.

Silence, sensation, understanding, you with me, no wonder I am at peace!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

You must definately sing Russel, early mornings when all is quiet are the times when you can explore the details of life

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! Early mornings are when my creative juices flowthe best. I love the time before the noise and clamor of the day starts.

iamnasra said...

Wow such hopeful poem full of magic
It give a greater side of life that we so ofetn miss

Gama said...

I ran out of comments, so I just say it. This Ode is:


Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nasra for such lovely words. I am honored to have you visit me. Please visit often and enjoy what is freely given to me.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gama, for comming and enjoying. Your honest appreciation is a joy to me!

gulnaz said...

i just love the way you thank the people who comment on your blog!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! I just love that I get to tell you how much I enjoy and appreciate your wonderful words! You are so kind and thoughtful, sweet lady.