Thursday, August 17, 2006

Balloon Air

I don’t know whether I can,
Sweet katy, there’s always not,
I mean, I’ll try.

(He hears her.
He hurries through his day.
He almost makes it.
And then, out of the blue,
Like thunder)

He always does his best, though.

(The picture that will make this clear is Here )
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6 comments:

katy said...

biggest smile in a while, actually, dear. i hope you didn't beat yourself up over it!

^____^

7:30 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Ha, that's good! It's a character trait; I couldn't resist having a little fun with it. I hope it'll be a relief to others who wonder if it is something you can laugh about.

7:38 PM
Pat Paulk said...

I stay in that state of mind and don't box!! Thanks for the link to the artwork.

5:06 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I knew I wasn't the only one. Glad to pass on the link to that art blog to you. Those images are really excellent!

5:27 AM
Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Ouch-a strange sport I've never understood-I'm not sure if I should laugh or cry when I see the picture it is eerily realistic

7:02 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi dear Sue! That illustration is absolutely disquieting. It was unavoidable having to write that poem after I saw it.

7:42 AM

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