Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Seattle afternoon

Confessions of sea shells
Whispered, never taking a breath.
Bridal registry of the sea
Unblinking like the day
Pregnant as the peace you carry.
What would you like to hear
As it tells of sand and cold blood?

What can be bourn on the wings
Of a seagull as it flies inland?
The air that holds it is
An unknown history of salt,
A rumor of the story of love,

It is a poem that keeps
The land from being lonely.


Shubhodeep said...

back at last, eh russel? how was the trip. you must tell us all about it.

the poem is nice as usual!

hope you had a good Christmas. Wish you a very Happy New Year ahead!

drop into my blog sometime. (i added you on my blogroll, hope you don't mind)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks shubhodeep! The holidays have been great so far. Hope they have been for you too and New Year will be a great start to a great and very happy year.

I'm honored by the link and will reciprocate if you don't mind. I'm looking forward to getting caught up on all the blogging I've been missing.

Pincushion said...

You always come up with such unusual thoughts and concepts. It always makes me take a new look at things!
Wonderful :))

niki said...

May the New Year bring you health, confidence, success, results beyond
costs and happiness beyond success.

May God guide you and give you all you wish for.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks pins! I always enjoy your wonderful comments!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks niki! The best to you this holiday season! It is great to find you in my comments again.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

wouldn't it be great if sea shells could whisper thier journeys to us, it would indeed be a poem to keep the land from being lonely

Russell Ragsdale said...

Exactly Sue! Listening to them rather than our expectations is the key but nobody knows that better than you.