Friday, August 04, 2006

Odyssey between afternoon classes

Walking in waves of heat,
Tide pools washing over the difficult asphalt,
Walking from the Minotaur’s dacha
To the hat rack of Madusa,
Scraps of poems are scattered in places
Too difficult to hide in.

You were dizzy in my arms.
We drove the highway up to Eden.
It was my dream so when we
Should have been the happiest,
When we got there, it wasn’t real.
We stumbled picking up our shadows,

They were cool in our hands.
We were naked children on a deserted beach.
You turned me into a pig
And I followed you everywhere, making noises,
Teaching you to smile
Discovering you were sunlight and motion.

20 comments:

(c) sleight of mind 2006 said...

Hi Russell, beautiful poem, love the line "We drove the highway up to Eden". It's one of those lines that I wish I thought of :)
Leigh

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Leigh! Thanks for the kind words. I try to read a lot so I can have the nearly continual joy of going to blogs like yours and saying: Wow! what a great line, wish I'd thought of that! If one could just put a life together like that, it would surely be one of those 100 million poems lives.

Queen Neetee said...

Absolutely fascinating and beautiful!

It's amazing how the love of anything can be that way. It takes us out of this nasty world and gets us drunk in paradise...until the truth leads us to a mirror. That's when we oink all the way home.
:)

I am linking this one as my blog of the week!

Wonderful!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks a lot queen neetee! I am honored, indeed! there is true Alchemy in moments of love. The hard thing is to figure out which is the gold - illusion or reality.

Rappaccini's Daughter said...

My four favorite lines lie in "Walking from...too difficult to hide in."

This to me captures beautifully the essence and purity of writing poetry--when you can tease and distill it from the smallest places, even while lost in the corridors of mythology.

Encore Chef!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thank you, my sweet RD! Mythology is just larger than life reality, like you. You do move mysteriously from nom de plume to AKA just like all creatures of time honored myth. I delight in your pleaure at my words.

Plus Ultra said...

And we the readers are the sundials,,,,excellent

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks plus ultra! That is very great praise indeed.

rch said...

Hi Russell, I love the classical allusions in this, goes perfectly with the title. Move over Homer, let Russell take over! Take care,

Bob

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Bob! Thanks for the glad words. I'm pleased that you enjoyed this. And thanks for being such a great host for your carnival.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

love makes fools of of us all, intricate and intimate, lovely poem Russel

Pat Paulk said...

This just gets better with each read! Still love "We stumbled picking up our shadows,they were cool in our hands". Great lines of poetry!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! Yes, I am that fool! Glad you enjoyed this and thanks for the wonderful comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Glad it brought you back for a second view. The shadow part astounds me still, it just felt so right. Thanks for these wonderful words.

Roger Stevens said...

Difficult asphalt - yes, it can be so tricky. I've never followed anyone in the form of a pig. I'll be following the roosters tomorrow though.

Lovely poem!

Whoops - Jill's appeared. Time for bed.

ozymandiaz said...

What a wonderful moment in time you have captured.

gulnaz said...

gotta agree with sue there...love makes fools of all of us...:)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Roger! thanks fopr the kind words and the visit. I really enjoyed the poem of your I read a few days ago. Thanks for the visit.

Ozy, Thanks for the wonderful words! I'm glad you enjoyed this.

Gulnaz, I'm so glad to hear from you! All your bloggies keep giving you mock funerals and I knew you would come to refute them all on the news of your untimely demise. Welcome back my sweet! Yes, of course love make fool of us, except when you have faith and Gulnaz returns proving you were believing in the right thing.

gracie said...

Lovely lines... with a few parallels to Lord of the Flies but with more joy

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks gracie! I'm glad you enjoyed this. The joy in the poem and the joy at your visit are genuine!