Friday, June 13, 2008


day with its broken phrases
of brick and cement
tired and stuttering

a problem called cohesion
sunlight stretched too much
long late afternoon shadow
a lingering patient
thick with sage heavy breath

verb quick surgeons
waiting to open
patient flesh
that houses everything
too much possibility
need to do

we knew it
flat line of
horizon at sunset
thick liquid dark
transfusion has started

a new life
darkness follows light
word metronome measuring
the breath necessary
for a few
tercets into night


Jo said...

Such a bewitching, poignant piece! I love your poet's mind...

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Jo! I have been enjoying my visits to your site, as well. Thanks for taking the time to leave that wonderful comment.