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/ .
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6 comments:

tamie marie 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.

11:06 PM
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

11:13 PM
Plus Ultra said...

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

3:09 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

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

5:37 PM
Pat Paulk said...

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

4:36 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

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

6:06 AM

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