Friday, June 22, 2007

bird

hope hop tune
claws along the sidewalk
last chance bargain -
give me something
or give me death
passionate question
indifferent answer
good this time
a senior not a cat

need finds need
get in to jail free card
when life outside
has not been good -
place to go

home needed a song
good name – lucky


This little experimental sonnet is a 55 word poem, an idea coined by the inventive mind of English August. I still enjoy the form. The story is a true one I read about on a post called encounters (22 June 07) about a walk around Seattle a short while ago. I read it on her blog at: http://owlrainfeathers.blogspot.com/ .

6 comments:

tamie said...

oh you made me smile at the end of a long and difficult day. what an honor to have a poem written about a moment that i witnessed. now i will hope very much that the man and i find each other again, and i will tell him about the poem. even if that doesn't happen, i hope that as everyone reads the poem it will be a blessing for both him and for lucky.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Tamie! I obviously enjoyed the story of your encounter. Thanks for the kind words about the poem. Get some sweet and peaceful rest and have a good day tomrrow

Plus Ultra said...

Perhaps this is one reason we blog, we are iron sharpening iron, art begetting art. Lovely to come by again.Kianseng

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Kianseng! I've been enjoying the community at Multiply. Thanks for starting that and these nice words, my friend!

Pat Paulk said...

Perfect name, and poem for a lost and found bird!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks for those words Pat! Lucky and the man who found him both have something to sing about again.