Wednesday, January 29, 2014

to write

Here is a pretty formal and rather large small stone for today:

if i ever try to write
a song to sing
like a wing in the sky
if my little words to write
touch somewhere
like reaching out at flying birds
i hope your day to write
just like lovers say

wind pushing air everywhere
pencils pushing thoughts to write
a job of catching moonlight
cascading across this chair
free to lightly tint my hair

if i ever try to write
the light of dawn
like a candle nearby
if my little rhymes to write
are on your hands
like sunlight coats morning chimes
i hope your day to write
just like lovers say

wind pushing air everywhere
pencils pushing thoughts to write
a job of catching moonlight
cascading across this chair
free to lightly touch wish-bound hair

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

I am fascinated by the formality of this poem; the movement created by rhyme and repetition. The tone sounds hushed to me -- I can imagine it read in a whisper.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Elizabeth! You are exactly right about the quiet intimacy of this poem. It is almost like a hushed private thing with two heads pushed together. The formality is there like an undercurrent to give texture to what flows like a musical little river.