Her kiss
at dawn is what
I miss
the most –
as day break sings
a ghost
refrain:
love dims to dust
and pain.
Ryan Stone
Shades
alone dawn death divorce dreams end ghost heart kiss loss love memory morning pain poem poetry relationship thoughts
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53 responses to “Shades”
Some days, such loss permits us to see only in shades of grey. A beautiful musette, Ryan
Another beauty Ryan. You got it goin on!
Hey, leave me a comment on Hunger Pains, that I posted today, if you get a chance. I worked a lot on it…but now I’m just not sure about it.
Ryan, oh Ryan.. I have read this musette so many times, and could not make myself to write a comment afraid that it would not be the usual hype and happy one, for these shadows that swerve and evade are too tight on the chest, too painful to have a memorial.. sigh..
p.s. i swear you will make me bi-polar with the swift change of tone and mood between your poems 😀 😀
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Haha, you make me smile Dajena. As long as it made you feel something then I’m happy – you’re the eternal optimist but a lot of my writing comes from darkness. You’re comment is wonderful feedback in itself, thank you. Maybe I should put a warning at the start of the dark ones-I’d hate to tarnish those happy skittles ;D
This is lovely, Ryan. Hope it’s not indicative of anything in your reality, though… Have a good weekend!
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