Poems....

I got to read these three poems Sunday at Church of the Covenant. My first public reading in quite a long while going back to my days with the Writers Group of the Triad. It was an experience, though well received I believe. I'll post them here for your perusal and hopefully, enjoyment.

This one is a kind of monologue. I always thought of it as God speaking to me. Or perhaps any lover to the beloved. I think it speaks to the universal quest for love. What do you think?

Walking The Sky

If you say you are the center of the earth
and as hot,
will my wistful blowing not cool
the smoldering flame,
and the sun that birthed your center?

If I set the sky in its light
And you cross its bridge,
will I find you there in the cool
of the rainbow
or in the spark of stars blinking your reproach?

And when the glow of this earth dims
will I see you walking
the path of clay on hind's feet
and laughing on the peaks of my mountains?

Or will my waters flow to the
earth's floor to
make streams to quench
your unquenchable thirst?

I think if I search the clouds for that coming
in the day when my mouth eats the sun
I will see you there among the waters,
asking once again
for love's glad drowning.

copyright 2003, Ron Russo


This is another love poem of sorts....mostly of the lost kind.

Of Perhaps Armageddon

It was not the time of morning
for chashing dreams
like slippery fish tails
or shaking the shadow of her,forever enshrined
in perfection.

The wheels crackle the gravel
as she pulls away and
Summer gels into autumn
slowly
like an artery hardening.

Though it is the morning
of the evening
of perhaps armageddon,
I still bother
to straighten the sheets,
fluff the impression of her headfrom the pillow,
and mask our encounter
under the soft comfort
of quilted down.

copyright 2003 Ron Russo


This is where I go after I've experienced a personal "Armegeddon".

Reverie

On flights of fancy I fly.
On spurs of moments
I take vacations
of mind
and spirit to places
aloft and places below, because
there are no curtains
to hide the worlds flagrant night.

And if I find relief
in that far reverie
would you like a jarful
like fireflies caught
in dusk's bare light?

copyright 2003, Ron Russo