Tuesday, August 16, 2005

thoughts

Whats there to
think about, a
lifetime of
victories and
mistakes
hangs suspended
in air like
a tortured prisoner
and all that
wasted time
spent fighting
boredom
is the fire
under his feet

I will not
quietly
succumb
to that whichs
like all else
just because
thats whats done

God save us
from drowning
ourselves in this
pool we pour
full of
mediocrity

change the sheets
in this
bed of life

Torture
metaphors
squeeze
similes
shave
phrases
for every
drop that
heals this
dull sentence with
enervating thought

14 comments:

iamnasra said...

Well Im glad to be the first to read your poem..an abstract thought to this one..though it touches so deeply and your mind travel in many sites of life

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nasra! I'm glad you have found this interesting. I am always glad to have your comments!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks mike j.! You have an interesting blog too!

Lorena said...

wonderful deep poem. i find it to be very lyrical. i can relate as well. thanks for sharing it :)

"change the sheets
in this
bed of life"

gulnaz said...

God save us
from drowning
ourselves in this
pool we pour
full of
mediocrity

my favourite part in this wonderful poem!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my Angel! God save us indeed! Glad this resonated for you!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Lorena! Thanks for the kind and wise words! I'm glad you enjoyed this!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! That seems to be the great struggle, that our reactions to life not merely be mundane! I'm glad you liked this!

Anonymous said...

Settling for mediocrity is one of the worst things we can do, I think. EXCELLENT poem, RR!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks jpd! In a future poem I hope to show how setling for mediocrity is a form of living death. Thanks for your wise and wonderful words!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gama! I'm delighted you found this good for you! Always greatful for your comments.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Good poem, it's that beating yourself up thing I do a lot, and try not to then beat myself up for beating myself up in the first place, but some times I can switch them off nip them in the bud

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue and welcome back! What wonderful poems you posted on your return! Sorry I haven't done much on the chap book. We'll talk by e-mail soon.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Thank-you Russel