Saturday, September 10, 2005

Passing Time

Of all the troubles I have ever known,
The harvest of time so slow of a haul,
It’s worst to be unoccupied alone
With stupid to do or nothing at all.

When we share of our time it goes so fast.
Start pleasures finish so quickly complete;
Soup’s soon to dessert and so quickly past.
Sidewalking laughter echoes on the street.

The singing of songs all memory now
The toasts to the host with vodkas raised high
Superficiality asks us how
We could do so; we must even ask why?

But we know in the night’s troubled empty
Glad we would spend endless hours so simply.


gulnaz said...

this is a wonderful reminder of how everything passes, good and bad both.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! I was hoping you'd enjoy this! I like the sonnet form as you can tell!

Gama said...

Russell this is very nice :-)

I like the last lines a lot!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gama! Glad you enjoyed it! I think my favorite part is the first quatrain.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...
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Sue hardy-Dawson said...

This feels like a song, some interesting uses of language

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! Meter and strict rhyme scheme add to the musical impression this sonnet gives! Enjoyed you poem about students!