Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Sculpture - illusion, cast in stone

Time is always misremembered
shallow beliefs are shaking leaves
shade sorted for destruction
left is right remembered
in the mirror of time

All we have left is time -
the same as mashed corn kernels
on a well eaten ear of corn -
everything seems to be finishing
the last moment, the last
goo of something once ordered

The last of this moment
is the first of the past
still so close it even seems like now

Then the decomposition starts
the good begins to glow
in the growing dim
and the unpleasant tarnishes
to a pile of rust without
any hint of what once was
the terrible morphs garish
eventually becoming
late night, sweat soaked
horror movies
for our morbid fascination

Love is always badly imagined and
the past always suffers sculpting in storage


Anonymous said...

What a write, especially the dynamite ending!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow Aurora! Thanks a lot for the great comment. Glad you enjoyed it!

Pat Paulk said...

Russell, man you're hot!!! So very, very true,"the past always suffers sculpting in storage". Excellent poem!!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for the great comment, Pat! You're pretty hot yourself! Loved your new poem!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

beautiful piongant angry and bitter what a roller coaster

Russell Ragsdale said...

I'm afraid cynical is probably an apt appraisal of my common pattern of conception. You are so perceptive, Sue! Thanks for the wonderful comment (and welcome to the ride).

iamnasra said...

Thanks for your lovely visit in my blog..its been long time ..I see your peotry is shining over this corner..Keep it up..The past takes its shape but its upon us is to take an not what to take in the journey of memory

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for coming to visit Nasra, it has been a long time. I enjoyed you new poem a lot. Thanks for the great comments, too.

Queen Neetee said...

Time is always misremembered
Brilliant line.

This poem is just wonderful! Your intelligence and discernment shines through here with ease.

I love the way you've transferred your concept of time and what matters with words that flow unobstructed.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Queen Neetee for the absolutely fabulous and perceptive comments. Really rnjoyed the photos, BTW. I'm glad floots inspired you to do that. What a great time of life that was!

jadedprimadonna said...

Wow - those last few lines blow me away! Great poem!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey JPD, thanks for the great comment! Glad you enjoyed this!

NicoleBraganza said...

Maybe after a while, the past will seem just an illusion! Like this piece - very reflective.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nicole, for the great comment. I'm glad you came by for a visit. Are you back fron the university for summer now? In any event, great to hear from you!

Shubhodeep said...

Love is always badly imagined and
the past always suffers sculpting in storage

i love these lines. after all, what is life, just a tormenting illusion, what say?
sorry for the infrequent visits.
do visit again.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Life is like peling an onion, I guess, my friend. Thanks for the great comment. Glad to see you again. Hope all is going well for you.

alikoy said...

"left is right remembered in the mirror of time."

love that line. i like the poem too. :)

thanks for dropping by my site, and the comment is well aprreciated. :) do drop by again! btw, can i link you?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for the great comment Alikoy! I've been enjoying your blog. I'd be glad to have you link to me and I'd love to link to you, also!