Wednesday, July 25, 2007

on seeing things in motion

flowers in a turbid vase
battered and ruined by being there
so beautiful to see
so dead and dying
so what they are not
and so what they will be

many finches feeding below the tree
at the hint of a cat
they speed to the branches
which now wave to me -
a large green hand -
i wave back

yes you‘re right
i needed to smile again


terrymcdermott said...

This poem made me smile.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Terry! I'm glad it did that for you. Now this poem has made me smile too. Thanks for that great comment!