Wednesday, April 19, 2006

mystery

voices in the dark

back door, front door, next door

paint chips off in your hand

random as an idea

12 comments:

Pincushion said...

This conjures up so many images, as randomly placed as an idea :))
The beauty of your poem is its simplicity!
:)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for the great comments, Pins! I've been meaning to do some more experimentation with this form. It is interesting but the strokes must be just right or the poems don't work at all.

Pat Paulk said...

Chipped paint and thoughts seem to fit well together!! Good one!!

Aurora said...

So much implied in so few words. Well done.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I've been enjoying you latest works very much. I'm glad to have your kind words.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! Images can really compress information. Your last love poem was a knock-out,BTW! I glad you liked this.

Natalia L. Rudychev said...

Written in a true wabi-sabi spirit.
I enjoyed it.
Spasibo

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I like this it's a snap shot poem intense and of the moment

Russell Ragsdale said...

Natalia, welcome. I'm glad you came for to my blog. Thanks for the kind comment. I enjoyed visiting you an will link up soon.

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Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! The closer I get to a minimalist Langpo poem, the more I'm returning to the haiku. Glad you liked it!

rch said...

Hi russell,

This one is really great, the suspense is superb and it leaves so much for the imagination to fill in. Take care,

Bob

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Bob! Glad you liked it.