Tuesday, March 11, 2008

lovelight

leave the light on
we will see you

Beethoven is home
the madman

is this your game
who is winning

conquest Mozart

coming home from
miles away

undertone
to radio

key in a lock
understand

pastisse is a
midnight game

you didn’t win
it isn’t finished

14 comments:

paisley said...

it never is.....

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Paisley! Some situations never have a sense of completion or accomplishment, you are right, so we wordlessly experience them with a sense of hopelessnes or loss. Thanks for the perceptive comment!

Pris said...

I like this...what you say and how you say it.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Pris! Thanks for that cool comment sweet lady! I get to reading some poet and really getting into her or his style, then I want to experiment with the methodology of whatever school they belong to. I find new ways of expressing poetic ideas interesting. Thanks for saying something about it.

ozymandiaz said...

liquer and classical music after dark, no wonder things aren't getting finished...
oh wait, those are metaphors...
not for me they aren't, sounds like a great evening.

The Phantom said...

Nicely done free form verse. I particularly like the lone line in the middle...

I would like to tag you for a book meme. You can find the instructions at Pg. 123 if you are insterested in playing.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Ozy! That's the trouble (perhaps the benefit) of avoiding using metaphors because, on some level, it would seem everything is a metaphor for something else. Thanks for that great comment.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Phantom! Yeah that one line is sort of like folding a paper in half, it performs that kind of function for the two sections of the poem. Thanks for noticing! on the meme, it looks interesting but I may have to be as late as Monday doing it as I am frantically busy grading midterm essays for the next couple of days. Thanks for thinking of me.

Pris said...

Hi Russell
I didn't know how else to contact you about Verse Libre. That was a wonderful journal edited by C.E. Laine. She developed a stalker some years back and I see now that the journal site is hacked again. She used to have a discussion board, too, but because of this stalker had to take elaborate precautions with sign in and new people. It was hacked, too. Some real sicko. It looks as if she's finally given up and I don't blame her. A shame that one person can destroy so much.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Pris! Thanks for getting back to me on that. That is really a sad story. It is such a shame that people who are doing harmful things can so easily victimize people behaving with good intentions. It is sad to hear of a good journal's demise.

Jo said...

You've such a beautiful mind and I'm so glad I can explore it through your divine poetry!
Cheers!
- Jo

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Jo and Welcome! I appreciate your visit and, of course, that little trail of kind words that (in some sense) keeps me pecking away on this keyboard. You are always welcome here!

Roger Stevens said...

A tricky one this. Went to see someone playing beethoven last week. Tricky stuff indeed.

Found you at last. I lost you. But now I've found you. I'll kill the fatted Mozart.

Hey, I've rejigged my blog. You can hear some of my (rather old-fashioned) music now. Pop along. Stay in touch.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Roger! It is great to hear from you. I'm looking forward to trying out your spruced up and newly fitted blog. Glad you're back in contact, my old friend!