Saturday, June 02, 2007


the dog is a nose
not one like a cat
or monkey - not long
like a horse - though
longer seems to be
a specialty
and cold and wet too

mouse says
that makes you wonder
about a lot of things
like why does chicken
taste like everything
and a hearse is always
spread before you
like a shadow
with only death
sticking far enough
above the ground
to create it

how do you know me
only by this shadow
that creeps across
this page - this ink
these startled ramblings
woken from their
murky sleep
and driven by
someone pretending
to be their shepherd
hoping to be their helper
praying they will save me
from being myself
from being something
we both know
in darkness as
precisely an alias


Poetry said...

The moon is gone.

She fled as dawn approached.

Dawn as a slowly opening eye.

White sea birds skimming over the water,

looking for an early morning snack.

The mirror brightens.

From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror

reflecting waking life...


I woke her to take the moon.

Her campaign was swift and terrible.

Metallic and fierce.

Glaring up in the twilight.

But the moon was both implacable and unreachable

and in the end the war against the moon failed.

As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.

But in the end, all that was lost,

was a little sleep....


1 June 2007

Burning Moon

Moon Fire

Blood Moon

smoked Moon

Smoky Moon

Smouldering Moon

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow Michael, Thanks! I hope others will be encouraged to join us in this poetic conversation.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Great poem Russel dark but good and a nice surprise from Poetry so aptly named-hope you are well BW Sue

Pat Paulk said...

Isn't in our alias's we present what we want to be, or who we really are?? Glad to see a new poem!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Sue! I'm glad you liked it. It great to be having a little time to be blogging again. Thanks for those wonderful words, my sweet.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Really good question, isn't it? Good to be back!

Anonymous said...

nice line breaks :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow! Hi Jilly! Thanks for that!

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...


I’m hosting the Ringing of the Bards poetry blog carnival, June 16. If you’d like to be included, leave a comment here or email me at tielansari @ gmail dot com any time through June 15.

Any style is welcome, but I’m particularly showcasing formal poetry this time around.

Don’t forget to come back and see the carnival!

ozymandiaz said...

who indeed
would such an alias be a projection of id or ego?
as for the knowing
all we can know of you
or anyone for that matter
are mere shadows on our perception

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Tiel! I left you a message. Thanks for the invitation.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Ozy! Glad you found this interesting enough to question and speculate about. Ah, its our perceptions that are the really interesting area where we can really get lost asking questions.