Thursday, September 29, 2005

tv sonnet

rocket shoots up a spike driven in the sky
Painful grin I aint laughing though
folks riding explosions
coughing clouds

sitting on the shore of the stars
looking neither
in deep nor out far
grand words for stupid history

above sickness and starvation
bodies in the water
dying birds
and little corpses left in alleys

we cannot look beneath the surface
and see the shallows over reality

5 comments:

gulnaz said...

"we cannot look beneath the surface
and see the shallows over reality"

it seems that is the curse of our race...excellent poem!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! That's an issue I worry a lot about. Thanks for your kind comments!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

It is the comparrisons between the colidascope of trivia on tv and the terrible events we often watch insulated by the fact that it doesen't seem real like the other stuff on tv

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! The terrible and the superficial are both trivialized by being on the TV. Even worse is that they become equal in a way that is without any thought. All life seems contaminated by a mindless superficiality that seems frightening to me. I'm afraid that this poem might come across as "preachy" because of my strong aversion to these things. I hope not!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Am having trouble posting my posts every time I do one an instant comment appears before the post has even appeared properly on the blog, spose thats why you did the ghdrfd!!! thing but I'm frightened it will put passer bys from posting its sooo anoying