Sunday, September 25, 2005

Dateline teardrop

The drink is for the flipsy friends
Or is it just with them?
Can’t seem to marry that man,
Hoplessfuls of confusion about

This would ruin something
So start it out broken.
No surprises!
Just hate surprises, she gulps!

Anger that is a powerful
Blaze which burns
Without wood. Good thing nobody
Noticed (something might be consumed).

Our tears are for a serious us,
It is easier to cry for, than laugh at, that.

6 comments:

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

We do sometimes close are selves in and shelter from the world, maybe for different reasons, love or betrayal,
the anger is felt in this

Julie said...

I'm enjoying your poetry!
I hope you are enjoying the end of summer and the beginning of fall, take care dear one

angel-A said...

i love surprises!!! thank you for a wonderful one - your "a day for my angel". thank you!!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

I think I'm more sorry than angry, Sue. The life depicted in this poem compensates for reality more than lives in it. I find that sad!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Julie! Fall is lurking lushly, in every breeze! Glad you dropped by to ejoy a stanza or two, sweety!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my Angel! I'm glad you liked your poem!