Monday, November 07, 2005


The illusion is that something harmless can pass the time
And as it passes nothing is hurt, all change is harmless.
But what of what you’re waiting out? What of the
Children whose lives have been touched with
Unintentional troubles and left to grow in bent up ways?
You did the best you could; I know that, I have too.
We both failed our sons and daughters, believing in a better good
Than us and ours, trusting society rather than ourselves.

I have these tears, I can’t get them out! They burn, sear,
Leaving scars deep within me; they would be like acid
On my face. They are like a bomb within me,
Whose blast I will not be able to survive. So, like mom

On the table lie the cards
I play a game of solitaire.


Cocaine Jesus said...

This poem sounds like a lonsome place to be?
The trouble with so many males, and I probably number amongst them, we have been fed the lie that to cry isn't manly. Thereby we hang onto stuff that should have been exorcised a long while ago.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks CJ! Yeah, this poem comes from a sad place. There are many such places in the corners and shadows of our lives and, as you suggest, the best thing to do is let it out and move on.

NicoleBraganza said...

"trusting society rather than ourselves"

how true this is.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Leave that sad place right now! Parcel it up in a poem and send it out into cyber space. Oh you did silly me. good poem

Lorena said...

this is such a sad feeling. you can sense your feelings throughout the poem. adn such a strong ending russell.

lets not enjoy our solitary too much.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nicole! That is one truely great mistake I'm afraid we are often prone to!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I'm putting miles between me and this sad place! Thanks for the thoughtful comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Lorena! Glad to see your wonderful smile on my comments again. Glad you liked it, I thought the ending was pretty good, too so I'm glad it worked for you!

Roger Stevens said...

Lots of blog friends gathered hear to celebrate Russell's tears?

Nice poem.

Roger Stevens said...

Winning dish - elvers in a cider sauce with lemon sole.

Second place - abilone.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Roger! The comments are always appreciated and I'm glad to know about the winning dish too!

Shubhodeep said...

"The illusion is that something harmless can pass the time
And as it passes nothing is hurt, all change is harmless."

Beautiful lines, these.

First time on ur blog. came through roger's. loved the poetry.

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Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks shubhodeep pal, for the wonderful comment! I'm glad you found me and I looking forward to coming round your way.