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My Ramblings...Poetry
My brains are
dripping to
the ground
oozing out
onto the
sidewalk
dripping
slowly
from the
hole thats
in my head...
childhood memories
making puddles
at my feet
reflecting
rainbows
of moments lost
time so precious
without cost
just slipping away...
oozing out
onto the sidewalk
what can I say
what can I do
I think...
I'm losing
me, to you
and there's
no place in
this sleepy
town
to buy
a plug
to stop
the flow...
OH NO,
NO, NO...
maybe I should
just side step
and continue
down the road,
leaving all
those puddles
in my wake
the city pays
someone
to clean
that stuff up
anyway...

D Russell, 1996

Deborah Russell: Sculpture,1997

Love...

Love? Is it true my heart asks quickly?
skipping beats to catch the thoughts racing though my brain,
surging, tossing, chest-heaving swelling. . .
through the tides of emotion like a vessel lost at sea?
. . .Or, am I just a mere woman in love
suffering difficulty to breathe?What insanity is this. . .
that would bring me to my knees?
Nothing... Nothing short of Love.
D.Russell, 21,July 2000

Chagall And I

I went for a walk with Chagall today...it didn't take long at all.
We decided to fly... then spun and twirled upon the sparkling stars.
We landed near the village cafe,
and decided to stop for pie in the sky.
Chagall smiled and began to talk...Isn't that Klee,
taking a line for a walk?
I laughed...and said, How now Moss Cow? and Chagall replys...
Was that Moscow? Or Mehturt...friend of Hathor...goodness, does it matter?
Was that Belle or was that Nut??? Or just me, or you?
We smiled and ate that pie in the sky.
D. Russell, 2000

Mixed Emotions

In the dark of night deep within the evening's sleep,
dreams become entangled visions of lost loves...
family and those we call friends.
Those images intertwine with mixed emotions,
inabilities, fears and suspicions.
The nightmares of criminal acts.The stench of death prevailing,
sharpening reality to a razor edge
that slashes gossamer wings and fairy tale dreams
and when we are aware there is no way out
and have tasted death for the thousandth time,
our bodies lying in a puddle of sweat...
we bolt upright, screaming ourselves awake...

D. Russell, 1989

Valentine

My Valentine...stars in your eyes, heart on your sleeve...you were a young man. With wings on your feet, truth on your lips...you were handsome with love. Had I known you then...I would have loved you, as I did nearly from the start...Stars in my eyes, heart on my sleeve...wings on my feet, I came to you with truth on my lips. You are my Valentine, my heart of mine, today and tomorrow.

D.Russell, 1996

Amended...My Valentine...as the days become months...become years, those sweet nothings are becoming inaudible to my ears...(say, what?) my spine is no longer divine (neither is my mind...) still, there's resounding hope, that with age comes the ability to cope - and still, in this heart of mine... you are my Valentine...

Friends

It has been a long, long road to get to where I am… the here and now In the many yesterdays of years gone by no friend has ever stayed by me, nor sought me out or asked me to stay… I suppose I have never been much of a friend then? I ask why and how can that be? I often thought I had dear friends, close friends but I must have not. For where are they now? Those I loved, those I cared for… those I gave my heart to? Where are they now? I remember clearly warm moments…intimate encounters that were so beautiful in my mind and heart… But these people… do they ever think of me? Do they call me, drop me a note? Do they yet remember me, or was I a token friend, someone who filled their needs, one who provided a temporary service? So this is my "lot" in life…to live alone, without friends or even neighbors to drop by. Then perhaps I never learned the meaning of friendship, never learned acceptance, patience and consideration. I often thought I had dear friends, close friends but I must have not. Or…maybe it is because I have an unlisted number and I have not written to anyone to let them know my new address?

D. Russell, 1998

Quotes

"Truth has no special time of its own. Its hour is now...always."
Albert Schweitzer

"I've never had a day when I didn't want to work...In my studio I'm as happy as a cow in her stall."
Louise Nevelson

"Look first, with your eyes then with your heart, then you will see. Then begin to draw."
K. Nicoladas

"Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts"
Albert Einstein

"I am color!" Paul Klee

"Inside myself is a place where I live alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up."
Pearl S. Buck


"Embryonic" D.Russell, 1983

"...I'm a realist. Because I make what I see. Its only the problem of seeing it." Alexander Calder

"My reply is this: Each person that has viewed this website as anything but a reflection of themselves,
by signing the guestbook with such remarks as 'fantastic', 'beautiful' and any other remarks which indicate their true nature,
are not only liars, but more delusional than I could ever hope to be." Deborah Russell

"...People talk about academic training. I can only say that the word (academic) has had very little meaning in my artistic life." Hans Hofman

"...We must be more grateful for all the little things in life...Walking, talking, moving, loving. Don´t give up, and you have a chance." Kirk Douglas

"...Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." Albert Einstein

"...The condition of the human spirit (is) so profound that it encourages us to build bridges."...Maya Angelou

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