Friday, September 15, 2006

And so are you

I am that silhouette rain makes
as it falls on me. I cut this invisible swath,
sidling between Betty and death,
squeezing between beauty and the flower,
walking bower heavy under a barrage
of bougainvillea, just a notch below
the breeze and an hour beyond ice melting.

I cut the day with a line
that leads to dark. I am the nothing
in between everything.

10 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Goreous Russ.
Nothing, though,
does not exist...

Pat Paulk said...

WOW!! Started to list a line or two I like, but they're all great!! Love it!!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ozy. Next time a girl gives you some sweet nothins', tell her they don't exist! Glad you liked it!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! What glowing words. I'm really happy you enjoyed this. Thanks for the very pleasant comments my friend!

gulnaz said...

loved this one best of all your poems, i think!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! I'm very happy that you enjoyed this so much. Thanks for the warm words.

_Soulless_ said...

The first stanza, so rich with meaning and conviction, with a haunting play of shadows I imagined. Felt the cold, too, at the end. ^_^ Beauty and power of poetry converge here, Russell. Thank you.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks soulless! What enthusiastic kindness you bring, Thanks for the great comment!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Some lovely pictures with a hint of darkness, I like its elusive quality

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! The elusivness come from this being about the something we consider nothing only because we lack a name and definition for it. The title come from a childhood game of naming.