Memory

Raging
The sea moves rapidly,
My mind does not
Move at all,
Gray feelers into the fog
Through the mist beyond,
Dew drops over my hands
And onto my cold feet,
Nothing equates as much
As this view does,
I harbor hate
For her evil eyes,
Piercing through the grey
I don’t see anything
But her trickery,
And the blood rain
Falls,
Pools of it is near,
But not on my dew
drenched soul,
I scream
Loud echoes trouble me
And she quibbles
She quibbles

Russell Sivey

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Emile Pinet

Date: 5/15/2017 2:53:00 PM

Very good job of creating a powerful emotional statement. The message is clear and truly poetically expressed. This is sensuous, imaginative, thought provoking, descriptive, and creative all rolled up into a beautiful poem. Emile.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/7/2017 8:32:00 PM

gosh, I am noticing you have been gone two years. If you are majoring in Poetry, I hope you will be posting your HW assignments. Don't they make you write poems for your classes? What do you plan to do with a degree in poetry>

Deborah Burch

Date: 1/29/2017 10:45:00 AM

Fantastic Russell!!! Such a passionate write!! Well done!! Gripping!!;) Big hugs. Love deb!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/18/2016 3:28:00 PM

Remind me of your specialization ,and tell me how poetry major increases your work pay?

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/17/2016 3:35:00 PM

well, HELLO my friend. So you got a degree in POETRY?? Wow, that must have been a lot of studies and research to do. Will you do anything for work with this degree? And did you have a minor?

Debra Squyres

Date: 1/24/2016 8:29:00 PM

Deeply moving write ...

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/19/2015 10:08:00 AM

You are missed Russel, Halloween wasn't the same without you. I hope you are well and that you will find your way back to the soup.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/10/2015 9:53:00 PM

gosh this was a very dark poem for the last one you left us here at the year's beginning. Where are you, russell? I was looking at some older poems of a lady named Caryl and saw your remark there on her Halloween poem. It made me think of you . Will you return with Halloween poems again?

Constance La France

Date: 5/25/2015 11:01:00 PM

Russel, miss you dear poet friend, you have been gone way too long, hope life is going well for you, Constance

Russell Sivey
Date: 5/25/2015 11:14:00 PM

Life is good, I am up to my ears in work and schoolwork so I don't have time for the soup right now, but I will be back Constance. I have missed you and everyone on the Soup. I will talk to you later, keep your smile going :)

Skat A

Date: 5/5/2015 3:28:00 PM

Russel, Poetry soup need your warm spirit and poems. Always ~SKAT~

Russell Sivey
Date: 5/5/2015 9:11:00 PM

I'll be back, l promise! School is taking most of my time that I would reserve for the Soup, but that will be over soon enough. Then I'll be back again!

Edward Ebbs

Date: 4/4/2015 10:02:00 PM

Powerful Russell, I hope all is well, happy easter :)

Constance La France

Date: 3/2/2015 7:59:00 AM

Russell, hope you are okay, miss you on the soup, your poetry remains beautiful, your friend Constance, now writing as Broken Wings . . .

Nette Onclaud

Date: 1/13/2015 1:08:00 PM

great to see you here, russell...what a tremendous weave of images--- fiery and seething!... hope you are doing well... huggs

Tim Smith

Date: 1/13/2015 11:00:00 AM

A deep and powerful write my friend..You captured my attention from word one.

David Meade

Date: 1/13/2015 9:34:00 AM

I heard the scream . . . loud and piercing . . . a powerful write.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 1/13/2015 9:22:00 AM

An earthquake of powerful expressions, 7 on my Richter scale, dear Russell!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/13/2015 8:35:00 AM

- A deep and touching writing from you dear Russell - Really well written !!! - I wish you a great day - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 1/13/2015 8:02:00 AM

That dew drenched soul brings hope even if a rainfall of blood surrounds the world.I love the beauty of that dew against the dark wet blooded rain.Awesome!