Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Geezer

It is not my ears but my years
that wants to hear the shuffle and thump
of dance. It is not my mind but my age
that longs to puzzle out of another
passionate irresistibility that is consuming
all my faculties with the intensity
of hot, wet oblivion. Does wisdom come with age?
Obviously not! Am I a fool?
With every ounce of strength I can muster!

18 comments:

Nick Zegarac said...

No one is a fool who aspires to all the great levels of contemplation expressed herein. You've a marvelous knack for self critique and the ability to let us all think a little bit closer to home. Great stuff.

Aurora said...

I hate following with a comment after Nick's because whatever I say can't help but be rather lackluster.:) Ah well, here goes: the poem is contemplative in an amusing, wry way. Good write.

Cocaine Jesus said...

Two fools together if you are!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for the great comments, Nick. Enjoyed your interview on Magnapoets.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Aurora! You needent be shy. Thanks for the great comment. I enjoyed you interview of Nick (see link in comment above).

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi CJ. No use denying that I'm a fool (that'd only prove what a fool I am). Thanks for the company, my friend!

lometa said...

Delightful! Reminds me a bit of WCW.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow lometa, thanks! Just to be anywhere in the same breath as a comment about WCW is a real honor.

Pat Paulk said...

Ah, Russell, you made me laugh out loud!!! From one to another, cheers!!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Laughter is good my friend, definately good! Your last poem took my breath away, BTW; there are some really awesome poetic images in it.

Queen Neetee said...

This is great! It sounds more like living than foolery.
:)

(Thank you for the visit)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi qn! Thanks for the great comments. I had a great read at your sight and have put up a link.

rch said...

Hi Russell,

I greatly enjoyed this wonderful poem and have often pondered my own foolishness many times, but never so eloquently. It has a great flow also. Take care,

Bob

Russell Ragsdale said...

Ah, when I could finally acknowledge my own foolishness I, at last, found endless subject matter.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I love the last line I may put it on the front door. Being foolish is fun anyway, as for wisdom it arrives with age, just to give us all something else to beat ourselves up with

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! Glad you enjoyed this. It is great to see you wonderful comments again, welcome back.

terrymcdermott said...

Thanks for telling me about this poem. I really enjoyed. Did make me think about the poem I wrote.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Terry! When I read yours I remembered about having written this one. Glad you enjoyed it!