Wednesday, May 07, 2008

arf

the dog of summer
hanging around
scratching fleas
wagging his tail

articulate hesitations
sitting there
with a slipper
in his mouth

airport calls
planes answer
sit there
good boy

sun like butter
smooth yellow warm
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6 comments:

CANDLELIZARDEGG said...

wow russ...
this is nice...
i think the dog is cute with fleas, ill deflea him... ~_^

1:32 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gerald! Summer is a rather itchy season, I think our metaphorical pup will keep you pretty busy. Thanks for the happy comment.

7:44 AM
Pris said...

I like the way you use words in this poem. So compactly said, yet so much. Good one!

9:45 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Pris! Glad you liked it. Minimal words with maximum meaning is on of my areas of striving so thanks again for that article on translation of Basho.

11:26 AM
S.L. Corsua said...

Change of season, eh (that time of the year, where you are?). Aww, but the image of the pup being left behind... sniff. (I know, I know, I'm being literal, but I lloooovvveee dogs. So there. ;) Heehee.)

Summer's leaving me, too. Hello, rainy season. ;)

7:52 AM
Russell Ragsdale said...

See the russell sonnet for you in the next post! Thanx my sweet! ;-]

11:08 AM

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