Monday, July 23, 2007

Grand Efe

the waves are blue and crystalline
the sun permeates everything
the sand and the smell of salt
are a possible universe

the waves gather light and air
and splash the eroding rock with it
everything is awash with the fact of beach
and the day is too brittle to carry cynicism
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4 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

Russel, you seem to have struck quite the creative stride as of late, at least in my hummble oppinion. I really like like how the last several of your poems are flowing. very etherial.

6:25 AM
gulnaz said...

you seem to be in a beautiful place...metaphorically or literallly whichever it is...its wonderful to be there, i can see that....

i wish i was there too

9:20 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Ozy! That is a wonderful comment. I've been on vacation at the beach. That has to make an etherial change in one's attitude. Thanks for those wonderful words, my friend.

10:15 PM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks sweet Gulnaz! I know it has been beautiful literally and I'm equally sure the metaphorically good place has been visited a few times lately. Yes it has been wonderful and I wish you could have been there too! Thanks for that fabulous comment sweet lady.

10:21 PM

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