Saturday, March 10, 2007

paradox

the song that sang
of the little else
beside what we felt
will not endure
because there
is no place for it
in the bedlam cosmos
of our passion
no matter how
long ago
it made today
and tomorrow real
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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

So well said...loved reading it

Nasra

11:45 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks sweet Nasra! I'm glad you came for a visit and found a couple of poems to enjoy while you were here. Thanks for the wonderful comment.

1:29 AM
Pat Paulk said...

All moments are fleeting, some we just get to repeat over and over. Stellar poem!!

4:09 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat, so right you are! Thanks for the wonderful comment, my friend.

7:43 PM
Anonymous said...

Well expressed, Russell.

3:05 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! I'm glad the word here worked for you. Thanks for the input.

8:11 PM
Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Ah but the poem will last forever

11:56 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! Lets hope for some permanence, somewhere. That would be just lovely.

9:47 PM

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