Saturday, December 22, 2007


word wash waste water
bright day without sun
shadows dreaming darkly
dish dark dirty dragging

the moon will come
between me and the sun
mid day stars shine as
birds land beside me

surrounded by a flock
with their heads tucked
under their wings in the dark
as if it would help

as if sleep would save them
with dreams of bright and blue


iamnasra said...

A poem as touching as the river when it keep silence, yet there is a silent song that carries us with the river... then bewitched with moonlight

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year some lovely poems as always Peace and Love Sue

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Nasra! Glad you enjoyed the poem. What a wonderful, poetic comment. Best to you throught the holiday season, sweet one!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Sue! I've been thinking about you. Thanks for the lovely comment and the warm holiday wishes. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too! Peace and love, Russell