Friday, August 10, 2007

inside me

i have a flower in my pocket
i have a question in my mind

i have a splinter in my awareness
i have an alter ego
who has left me

a message
in a bottle
floating hopefully
in the pool

on whose surface i gaze
hoping her reflection
will have lingered there

lazy as a smile
cute as a wink

8 comments:

iamnasra said...

How sweet poetry can be ..here we linger in such seetness

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nasra! Of all people on this earth, I am especially glad to have added some sweetness to your day. Thanks mfor that wonderful comment, sweet lady.

gulnaz said...

with a line like 'a splinter in my awareness' you have turned this poem into something so sweet and soft...its like a gentle summer day or chochlate melting on your tounge...wonderful!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks sweet Gulnaz! The moment that inspired this poem was indeed sweet and soft. It is a real pleasure for me to share it with you. Thanks for that superb comment, my sweet.

irving said...

A sweet and lovely poem, deceptively deep and beautiful :)

Ya Haqq!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Irving! Although there is plenty of evidence to the contrary, as you have so aptly observed, it still is a mistake to confuse sweet with superficial. Thanks for finding the depth here and appreciating it!

Ya Haqq!

faye said...

loved your last four poems (including this one)! feelings indeed are universal!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Faye! You are a determined lass u r, to wade through four of my poem. Thanks for thouse happy and encouraging words about the universality of what we experience, sweet lady.