Saturday, June 03, 2006

Questions

Dizzy sky under your voice -
Could my longing be fulfilled?
The train has been here,
I can see the tracks -
Where has it come from?
The bulldozer changes everything;
I thought I was happy
The bulldozer is a hand
Reaching out -
What is its source?
I am the factor that multiplies minutes
So that it takes so many to make an hour.
I am the mansion of love -
Why don’t I know what room this is?
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8 comments:

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

We all see the tracks and yet none of us can make sense of the carnage we leave-one man's pleasure is surly another's desaster

2:43 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Spot on Sue! Humans are very strange creatures.

6:11 PM
Pat Paulk said...

"I am the factor that multiplies minutes, so that it takes so many to make an hour", great line Russell. Love can surely be a confusing state.

5:00 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I think its the perspective of some of us errant lovers that makes the state of love even more confusing than it naturally is. Thanks for the great comment.

6:25 AM
Anonymous said...

These two lines are perfection:

I am the mansion of love -
Why don’t I know what room this is?

Enjoyed, Russell.

2:07 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! The mansion part just came to me as I was trying to figure out how to put the last question in the couplet of this sonnet. Glad you enjoyed it!

5:39 PM
Neetee said...

The bulldozer changes everything; - A very forceful line. In fact, that is the answer to the question...
:)
...I think.

This is pretty heavy Russell! You are the master of heaviness.

9:30 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow QN! Thanks for the great comment. The bulldozer is its own form of logic, for sure!!

6:02 PM

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