Saturday, June 16, 2007

Summer

With his own hands
He fitted the wood
Sanding, shaping, carving
But there’s much he cannot touch
The day cannot be carried in his hands
He cannot pick up love
He may hold the thing he created
But he cannot touch the beauty of it

With my ears, eyes, skin and mind
I have written this poem
It is like a box to carry beauty
I cannot own that beauty
I can only admire it
I cannot even give it away

So while there is some sun yet
Let us go into evening’s gentle breezes
Let life caress us with summer’s gentle mood
And when the night comes
Like that graceful dark cat
We’ll let it snuggle between our bellies
And purr contentedly

16 comments:

Ruela said...

Hi! Russell.
Summer time again...
I can feel it, taste it, and see it. It's really wonderful!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ruela! Yes summer, glorious summer - a feast for the senses and emotions. Thanks for the great comment.

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

The Ringing is up! Thanks for your contribution.

Ruela said...

Thanks Russell, for the interesting comment...
Go ahed i don't mind, for me is a pleasure.
I hope you have a great piece of luck with your book and with your life.
A hug.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Tiel for doing such a wonderful job of hosting! The formal hall is fabulous!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ruela! It is already up and running. Thanks for the good wishes. *hug*

Pat Paulk said...

I feel the purring!! Good one Russell!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Glad you liked it. Thanks for those kind words, my friend!

aurora said...

This contains a lot of wistful truth in it.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Aurora! Yes you're right. Thanks for the wonderful comment. I've been missing you, sweet lady!

terrymcdermott said...

Thanks for reading my poem. I have always enjoyed you works, and should come more often. In this poem I like the line about not being able to own the beauty. Very powerful.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Terry! I'm glad to have you visit and great comment. I enjoyeds your poem very much and, of course, you are always welcome here.

ozymandiaz said...

As I write this it is the first officail day of summer and it is HOT HOT HOT and we are finally getting rain rain rain. HOORAY!
Yo may not be able to give that beauty away but we all (or I suppose I should speake for myself) apreciate the fact that you share with us

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ozy! Those gentle zephyrs are turning into hot blasts here too! There is a part of summer for us that is wonderful but I think that time is now over. Thanks for the great comment, my friend.

Ruela said...

Hi! Russell, thanks for the link.
Can i copy your poem "Painting", to my blog?

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Ruela! About the link, the honor is mine! As to the poem - copy away, again I'm honored by your appreciation!