Monday, August 06, 2007

letters (Russell Sonnet)

the alphabet of love
exists in deepest nowhere

with it we write novels, plays
carve letters in trees
form the syntax of whispers

it is a kind of prayer
the litany of the letters of your name
it is the stage behind the curtain
where movements happen that no one sees

letters penned from the inky darkness where we wait
hopeful with desperate need
to spell each other’s answers

to questions we lack
the alphabet to ask

8 comments:

gulnaz said...

can i just say simply i loved it!

this one has to be sipped like wine and so enjoyed.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi sweet Gulnaz! This is more about what we were discussing about the poem consciousness. In fact the comment you left there was, to a great extent, the reason I wrote this. I'm so glad when you love what I write, especially when I write it for you. Thanks for that wonderful comment.

Pat Paulk said...

Yes, and alphabet soup would just be broth. Love d it too!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pat! Glad you loved it too, my friend.

_Soulless_ said...

I take such delight in how the last three lines are read fluidly, with each line having an impact on its own. And the last line strings the piece back to the beginning, wonderful. Might I add, the third stanza serenades. ^_^ Enjoyed the whole. Cheers.

terrymcdermott said...

I enojoyed this sonnet. The simple alphabet alows us to do so much.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow soulless, so great to hear from you! I'm so glad you liked this and left such a wonderful comment. It is so important to find out how a poem is working for others - thanks for that!

Cheers to you, my sweet.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Terry! This is a magic alphabet. Thanks for that great comment.