Monday, January 29, 2007

poetry 2

a week without spilling out the words
is the burning cross
with my insides boiling

busy week
distracted week
only rhyming preffixes

syllabus students
working the vending machine
in drop/add anarchy

nights echoing
day’s folly
foulness at rest

a dance
without any music


Pat Paulk said...

Know the feeling. Like trying to hold your breath, you can only go so long. Good exhale!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I was sure you would know what I was talking about. Thanks for the clever and wise comment, my friend.

iamnasra said...

Its been awhile ...Hope all is well with you..Poetry flows when its time to have a course within our soul

LIP is having yet again a Poetry tribute..I hope u can share with us (Ur thoughts)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nasra! I enjoyed your last poetry tribute very much. It is critical for us as poets to define what poetry is, as our writing benefits from such activity.

I am always delighted to share with you. You are a very special person. Whatever you wish, I'll be happy to share with you.

gautami tripathy said...

I have carried that cross a few times. I can understand how you must have felt.

gulnaz said...

a dance without any music must be tiring like hell...exhale! :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks GST! Sometimes we just get to busy to even take care of our own personal needs, don't we? Thanks for the understanding comment, sweet lady.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gulnaz! It was boring and painful. What a great thing to be doing things normally again. Thanks for the wonderful comment, my sweet.