Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Everybody Likes a Sure Putt

Lives put in baskets to keep them together
Irritation as a lifestyle
Criticism and flights of fancy
Bridge looks half in rain, half in sun

This shallow breathing shall not endure
Nor is its purpose clear

How to hollow out the ages
Written in the tree trunk
Canoe in the human soup
Trying to leave the island

Fear is in the hollow
And below the surface

Always ask questions
If you’re afraid of giving answers
Strong wind, taught sails
Disguise the bailing

Cat in a bag
Playing with confinement

7 comments:

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my Angel! I actually know someone who does this, the only person like this I've ever met in my life. It is an astounding pattern, really. Great to hear from you. Hope you are enjoying the poems?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Gama! Thanks for visiting. I'm afraid none of us are getting any younger! This was not one of my most accessable poems, I hope you didn't find it too cryptic.

gulnaz said...

Cat in a bag
Playing with confinement

that is me...and sometimes i lie still and holdmy breath.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi my Angel! Glad you're enjoying the poems! The person who uses that question pattern is an old, clever woman. Glad you found all this interesting. I'll be looking for your new blog.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Gulnaz! I think we are all "cat in the bag," really, that's why I ended the poem with that couplet. Many people are not aware of this and, once it is understood, then we can begin to figure out what we can do to make our lives better! I hope you had a great break and am looking forward to reading your wonderful poetry.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I suppose being in a bag with a cat would be worse.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Especially if the cat was scared, Sue!