Thursday, February 22, 2007

Dance

It was a mess
I didn’t make
sounds on the stair –
dog barking

it was a day
beyond lies
but less, far less
than truth

name me an ugly
dance, naked with
the heart-shot
falling bear

I am the anguish
that answers the door

11 comments:

Pat Paulk said...

Of late, I can relate. Good one Russell!!

gautami tripathy said...

You know russell, you can evoke such familier feelings. I have been feelike like this lately.

Please chk my last poem. I would like you to.

gautami tripathy said...

*feeling*

Aurora said...

Powerfully evocative images, Russell. You've put your own voice into this one. Well done!

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Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I hope everything works out well. Thanks for the great comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi GST! Great to have your wonderful comment. Yes, we seem to be rather close to one another at times. I Wish you and your friend the best! I'll be checking back on you again soon, sweet lady.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! Yes that was my own voice. I was looking for that one you like so much but couldn't find it that night. This poem just overpowered it and me instead. Thanks for the great comment, my sweet.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Plus Ultra! thanks for the great comment. I'll post the ten liner bio for you this weekend. Thanks, my friend.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Me too Russel after I've circumnavigated the versuvian washing pile, made terms with the cat and wrestled the bathroom from all three children

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I knew you'd understand. Thanks for the comment