Monday, March 17, 2008


town of my dreams
streets slick with night
green spring sunny days
to sit
and write

and lunch on the terrace
sparkling sea water
walks along the beach

talks with friends
colleagues students

sunny day
convertible drives
top down
along a coastal highway

trips to mountains
picnics in meadows
music at the symphony hall
ballet and opera
at the theater

cocktails on the boat
in evening

cool large and hushed
outdoor cafes in the afternoon
people walking by
us sitting talking laughing

in quiet coves
of afternoon sun

with friends
kids and grandkids

and time
precious time


'soulless' said...

Things money can't buy, eh. ;) From the beach to the theater to the backyard -- the 'ideal' simple life.

paisley said...

i must agree with your closing here... time best mentioned among the things in life that make it worth living.. time to just be.....

Russell Ragsdale said...

Yeah sweet Soulless, and places that belong to an unusual form of geography. My life is a bit over-complicated at the moment - I'm not talking about lazy living - but just the complication I choose and can handle. No more out of controll and maxed beyond the limit. Thanks for that wonderful comment!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Paisley! That's the issue exactly, time should be our friend not an enemy. You are very perceptive. Thanks for that fine comment.

Gerald Galindez said...

hi mr. russell good day ~_^
your free verse thing rocks man!
it feels like im in the same situation. like im in it, i can see myself in it. the imagery is great, though its far same here in the philippines.
'GOOD day...

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Gerald! Thanks for the visit and the enthusiastic comment. I enjoyed visiting your site too. Mind if I link up to you? Thanks for the visit and you are always welcome here.

Gerald Galindez said...

that would be a pleasure russ, I'm going to link you as well.

thanks ~_^

Gerald Galindez said...

btw. im no expert russ, dont expect to much from me..

but i make my poems using the colloquial and contemporary language.
my poems, they came from my mind filtered by the heart and read by great people like you together with the other poet bloggers whom i really rally enjoy reading.

nice meeting you.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Nice to meet you too! I think you have talent and I will be happy to watch you use it. The new link is up and running. Thanks Gerald!

Gerald Galindez said...

thanks russ, im open to advices and suggestions... i will be happy with that... ~_^

Shubhodeep said...

nice, as usual. i needn't say more. :)

btw, you'd be glad to know that a collection of my poetry has been accepted by a publisher, and is due for release sometime this year. i'll keep u updated on this one!

best regards..


Nicole Braganza said...


Russell Ragsdale said...

No problem! Color me your friendly advice source. I don't know whether I'll be of much help, I need more advice than I'll ever be able to give but I'll give it a try.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow Shubhodeep, what wonderful news! I am greatful and honored to hear you announce your happy words. See I told you to have faith in your abilities. You have the talent and I have the honor to have been right about that. Now it is confirmed. Please keep us all updated on all these happy and well deserved developments.

All the best, my friend! Thanks for those kind words.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow, hi Nicole! A sigh from you is a symphony to me! Thanks.

Jane Doe said...

Hi, I really liked this piece, it brought to me a sense of peace, you've almost described a certain utopia. I love how vividly you described everything. Great use of words. Wonderful!

BTW, thanks for your comment on my blog! Have a great week.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Jane Doe! I am so glad you came and enjoyed this. Thanks for those wonderful words. You're always welcome here!

Pat Paulk said...

I have "fallen" on those "streets slick with night" many times. The last two lines sum this up perfectly.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hi Pat, how well you know me, my old friend! For some of us, I guess that descriptive metaphor is just calling a thing by its real name. And as for time, I love teaching just as I loved cooking. Everything should be practised as an art and a science but I wish I was a little freer to travel and study. There is still so much I want to understand. Thanks for that great comment.