Tuesday, February 14, 2006

surrender to making war

for Laura

funny how the days slip by
an urban surrender
to a time tsunami
filling the tide pools
of the nighttime’s passing cars
it hurts too much
this world of scars and sharp steel
I have no other way to talk to you
do not race your wheels too slowly
we have too much to do and say


Laura said...

Thanks so much Russell, that captures the slipping away so well. A poetry conversation.

I also really like 'Darkness' (especially
'So pull the unseen darkness
Around you like a blanket.'

and Four Postcards' is great, especially the last stanza, which I've read about 10 times already :o)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Laura for all your wonderful comments. I read your poem and had to respond, as I found it quite moving. You and tne muse seem to have a steady thing going!