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

2 comments:

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!