Monday, October 09, 2006

Fall change

Climb the ladder to the day;
climb out of the dark cloth of night.
There is a nakedness in the light
that has nothing to do with clothes.

Press the silk of ruined dreams;
smell the wet and hot of protection
sleeping bag tight in the cocoon –
metamorphosis or death.

That which is different
appears as broken glass
treaded to crumbled sameness
becoming yesterday.

Tomorrow springs to life
in words and dreams and falling leaves.

14 comments:

Aurora said...

Killer of an ending, Russell!

M. Shahin said...

"Climb the ladder to the day;
climb out of the dark cloth of night."

Beautiful imagery....and I agree with Aurora the ending is great.

Keep writing Russell!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! What a Hot comment! Glad you liked it.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks m. shahin! I'm glad you enjoyed this. Those are some of my favorite lines. Thanks for the great comment!

Pat Paulk said...

Of course I prefer the "nakedness" that has everything to do with clothes, or the lack thereof. You do pose an ever ponderable question, could it possibly be neither? Well done, my friend, well done!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Pat! Thanks for the thoughts. In this world there is already too much of the neither. I am sure that more metamorphosis needs to be going on. Of course you are right, the question is endless. Thanks for the great comments!

ozymandiaz said...

I'm with Pat (well, not WITH him, not like that, I never even met him), anything pertaining to nakedness is a glorious thing. And all seem to concur, the end is the bomb.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi ozy! Nakedness is just what you have when you don't have anything else (particularly, on). Thanks for the great comment. Glad you liked the ending

Madame B said...

"Metamorphosis or death"...fantastic. Like GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH. A chrysalis forced to choose...

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks madame b! I Believe in metamorphosis. It is more than a hope. Thanks for the great comment and I enjoyed your poetry.

gautami tripathy said...

"There is a nakedness in the light
that has nothing to do with clothes."

Great imagery. One keepsthinking about that..

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks gautami tripathy! That couplet was also very important to me. Those types of realizations are in the spirit, not the eye, and that seems to be part of what poetry is about. Thanks for sharing that with me!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

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Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Sorry Russel the cat commented there I think he liked the poem though as he was purring when he sat on the keyboard. But seriously definately the mood changes perception and makes the memory one of broken glass. I like or at least I have felt something similar.