Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Lamentations for Medusa

When can one moment bring you love?
Conversations for one in the hall of whispers,
Among statues of the hated and the loved.
When can one day see a moment of
Rock star ranting into a sea of shiny faces
All looking up for the second
When eyes will link in adoration received.

Pausing before the statue of a beloved maid
Where tears have stained the feet,
Shifting the unimaginable gown
Of an eternity of misunderstandings
Having to pass through an endless gallery
Of sculpted hate, so many, so many,
How could they have never understood me?

Having to measure time with endless disappointment
Having to watch all days progress
From more to less while new names define
The ancient wine as all becomes
A passing truck of two buck chuck
As grandeur disintegrates before the eyes
In epiphanies to minds much less than wise.

All these are tears if you wish to cry.
Dismembered faces of frequent company
Are always to be seen in the same old light
Focused on the physical and the need to
Not see me as I am – hear my song –
The passage of my mind from sword and spear
To kind act performed unseen to those obsessed with fear.

10 comments:

Aurora said...

WOW!!!! Just that - a thousand wow's!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow Aurora, Thanks! I'm elated you found such a cause for enthusiasm in an early morning, gotta get up and write this down sort of thing. Thank you atomic for such a wildly excited comment!

Pat Paulk said...

Cooking up a complicated and sad, sad recipe. Very well done Russell!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I can't imagine how anybody could tolerate being Madusa. Very sad indeed. Thanks for the great comment.

Jilly said...

nice work sustaining everything

happy new year!

Anonymous said...

I always empathised with medusa. I like this very much.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Jilly! I'm glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for the wonderful comment and Hope you and yours had a very Happy New Year!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks gautami tripathy! Yeah, Medusa is a concept of a person with very little to be happy about. I'm glad you liked this and thanks for the wonderful comment.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

I love this-wonder what kind of hair-spray you use for snakes, extra mould perhaps?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! Instead of hair sparay, perhaps a mouse or two would keep the hairdo happy.