Wednesday, June 27, 2007


you are always who i wanted
you of the long stair
thousand houses of a thousand cities
teaching chameleons disposition

teaching me not to blink
but I must
and in that moment you are gone
leaving hurting eyes that are red and dry

i must climb the stairs
or return to the street
and so i climb

that je ne sais quoi trace of perfume
that empty air still following you across a lifetime of a thousand rooms


Ruela said...

Life is a climbing...
Nice intimate poem sublimated with french.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ruela! Life is indeed a climbing. I knew you above all would understand this image. Thanks for the great words my friend!

faye said...

that last line is so painful. wow.

Russell Ragsdale said...

It is painful to be me, when I realize it, just as it is glorious to be me when I don't think about it. Yeah there is serious pain there; it costs too much to dwell there. Faye, Thanks for that most welcome recognition!

katy said...

you do chasing-love-with-poetry in your poetry very well, dear russell.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks dear sweet Katy! It's in my flawed character to always be at least a little love struck. Thanks for the great comment, sweet one!