Tuesday, April 17, 2007

huge cup of night

I am the husband of the dusk
I am the pimp of Peter Pan illusions
(because they remain childish forever)
forty days and forty nights
we sailed the dark ocean
we drank the huge cup of night
and only the dregs were bitter
sometimes you just must
drink deeply the blackness
the hours are like stars
shining on the surface
of the huge cup of night
you see what you cannot
when you stare into your drink
of the huge cup of night
you smell and feel
like a blind gardener
when you drink deeply -
I feel you as if you were a breath of mine

16 comments:

aurora antonovic said...

Wow!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks sweet Aurora! You know how I love it when I get a Wow from you. Thanks my sweet!

ozymandiaz said...

So, pimp daddy, how much for a trick? I wanna fly for awhile.

gautami tripathy said...

Glad to see you posting again. Another great work from you.

katy said...

russell,

i *love* this piece.

i read it out loud to myself (as am in the habbit of doing so) and got lost in it almost immediately.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Ozy, I hope you are a cool kitty 'cause each illusion costs another life. Hope you still have nine, my friend! Seriously, I really like the new tone and touch of your poetry. Awesome, my friend!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gautami! Yeah, I'm still kicking (and occasionally posting) my brilliant lady. Thanks so much for that wonderful praise!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi dear sweet Katy! I'm so glad to see you here! I wish you could hear me read it too. One of these days I'll get with it on podcasting. What a wonderful thing to say, I'm so glad these sounds swept you away. The waves of sound in this poem have been battering me for days. It made me so crazy I thought I was going to do a villanelle. Fortunately it emerged (only slightly the worse for wear) before that happened. Actually, with a little work this might do for a fine villanelle. In the meanwhile, it is the pleasure of your comment that has swept me away. Thanks dear one!

Pat Paulk said...

Another great poem Russell!! I love how you ended this. Perfection!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow Pat! What a great comment! Thanks for that my good friend.

Don Iannone said...

Great one, Russell. Hope you are well.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Don! I'm well, just very busy with the end of the semmester. Hope all has been ok for you too. I've been enjoying reading your new poems. Thanks for the fine comment.

Louise said...

This one was delicious. I can feel it, taste it, and see it. It's really wonderful!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Louise! When I wrote it I was really doing a lot of the same. It is our reward as poets that we get to experience it first before we give it away. Thanks for that wonderful comment, gracious lady.

Pris said...

I love this, Russell. I wish I could hear you read it, too. If you have accesss to a webcam, have you thought of doing a video version like Mark (and Tom) did and loading to a host site, such as youtube?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pris! I write these things for a special music I hear. It seems like I am not the only one to hear it. I'm going crazy trying to keep up with all the full time lives I have but I swear I'll get to podcasting one of these days. I really would like to perform these poems for you. That is the way I have meant them to be. Thanks for the great comment sweet lady!