Sunday, March 04, 2007

driven all the way

looking for the right words
need is hard
like a big nail
hit so hard
it is countersunk
in a living tree

its like an illness
the only illness
the final illness
the one that cures me

I’m dying of something worse

This poem was originally published in Autumn Leaves


Pat Paulk said...

Congratulations!! Just got my issue of "Autumn Leaves" and lo and behold there you are. I think you find your words just fine!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! I'm glad a talented fellow such as yourself has no idea how hard I have to search for those words. Thanks for the encouraging comment, my friend!

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

the right words in the right order Russel

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I always seem to struggle so to find those word and places. I'm glad for once it worked. Thanks for the comment, sweet lady.