Saturday, January 12, 2008

thing and not again

i dream battles
dozens of opponents
i am the army of me
killed nightly
but my task
starts again
i want to say
i am but
it is not me
i keep thinking
i was
but that
is only a memory
that is so
often forgotten
like my desk
when watching tv
like my dog
when im teaching

these things
come back to me
in times and places
and go away again

but every night
again i fight
and it won t end
i stop believing
learning is the goal
of education
until i can
resent my students
enough to do
what i am told

but then
what will i dream


Hendrian said...

hi russell,

I would like to let you know that I used your haiku poem for my photo shot. I have credited that verse to you.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Hendrian! That's a fabulous photo! I'm honored that you chose my haiku.

Richard Kay said...

Keep fighting Bro! ;-)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Richard! Thanks Bro!

Richard Kay said...

My pleasure. I like where your head is at man!

Russell Ragsdale said...

I'm honored Richard! Thanks mate.

KGT said...

I really liked the line about learning from students...nice poem.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Keith! I'm glad you liked it.

ozymandiaz said...

Are you a believer that everything in dreams are representations of the self?
Great poem

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Ozy! I greatly fear a concept that requires all subjects viewed by my consciousness to be about me. That, of course, includes self obsession in dreams. Glad you liked the poem, my friend.

Pat Paulk said...

I won't frighten you with the dreams I have. I love "I am an army of me". That one line can apply to most of life. Like Richard said keep battling!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Pat! Dreams can make us question the idea of a good night's sleep, can't they? And yeah, that line says a lot. Thanks for the great comment, my old friend.