Remember school days and how we would play
like there was no tomorrow?
Now the castles we made
are the price we must pay
or flounder in oceans of sorrow.
Roaming wild and free, building houses in trees
as worlds waltzed to discordant tunes–
like a zephyr through grass,
gilded summer days passed,
left us flayed under Cheshire moons.
Wooden sword fights and valiant knights,
pirates, the Pan and his Bell,
faded from dreams,
rowed ungentle streams,
to where the real monsters dwell.
I’ve climbed faraway trees, seen fair Honah-Lee,
never never thought I’d grow old.
Now the pied piper calls —
as the last curtain falls,
leafless, I’ll trip into the wold.
Ryan Stone
Some lovely images and memories. Time passes all too quickly…
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Thank you, Shirley. Yes – way too quickly π
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Love the images you’ve created with your words; excellent descriptions! Also, a little taken aback by your photograph, as it is so similar to the one I chose for my post today. Great minds, I guess… π
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Great minds, indeed! You can’t fight good taste π Thanks for your thoughtful feedback, Georgette.
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You’re welcome. Always a pleasure visiting your site. π
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Always a pleasure to have you drop by π
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Ryan. …my new favorite writer. Thank you for gracing us with your insane depth and brilliant mind.
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I can’t even begin to describe how amazing your comments are, Souldiergirl. You are incredibly kind and have made my day. Thank you so much π
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Well now I am smiling!! Thank you for sharing that with me Ryan. I adore your writings so you are very very welcome :))
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Sorry-found this last message in my spam folder π¦ Thank you once again, Souldiergirl π
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Well how dare it spam me! ;)) you are truly welcome Ryan
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Yes, it’s very rude…or maybe wordpress is just paying you back for not replying to my nice comments on your amazing ballerina post π
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Whaaat!! I would never ignore you!! π I need to do some investigating.. *puts on Sherlock hat*
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π
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Case solved :))
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Elementary, dear Souldiergirl π
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Ha! You just made my night
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Time flies by so fast. I have started getting memories lately from way back, and it feels like yesterday. Really makes one notice present moments.
Beautiful Writing.
βΊ
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Thank you for visiting and leaving such thoughtful feedback π
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Ohhhh!! this one!! π It does not have “burn” but it will definitely sound beautiful in your VERY poetic voice (okay, multi-talented voice π – I just discovered a chunk of your poems that I have not commented yet! Yay me!
okay, okay, one thing at a time – this please π
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My ego just asked me to inquire how much I owe you?
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π ohhh.. about a dozen poems? π
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Here you go, Miss Skittles – https://soundcloud.com/stone-rayn/ill-not-tread-lightly
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giggling!! yay!!! you are too good to me! π
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Wel.. i am speechless.. your voice really brings a beautiful nuance to this poem, a new dimension definitely. Okay, I have one new favorite word: moon π π
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well* ( speechless and giddy, too many skittles bouncing π )
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Haha, you’re far too sweet! Moon was always your favourite word π
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π but, I had not heard it said by you, now if i can get you say “skittles” hmmmm…. any skittles poem around there? π
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Skittles…burn…moon…gotta be a poem there somewhere π
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YES!! YES!! YES!!!!!!!!!! π when?
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Such delicacy, and beauty – this is amazing, Ryan β€
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You are wonderful, dear Nathalie. Thank you π
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Reminiscing younger days and you’ve made me digs into old fantasy world and I’m recalling them with glee. Thanks for your dreamtime words.
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Great to hear, mate! I love it when that happens π
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Profound, Ryan. I love your poetry. Your exquisite style wakes up one’s mind.
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Thank you so much, Eugenia. You have no idea how much I appreciate your kind words. Have a magic weekend π
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You do the same. π
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Quite a fascinating piece, not sure where to begin. I think you say when we are young fairytales and stories seem so real and fun and true. There’s no shame in them b/c we’re young but they can end up hurting us b/c we eventually learn they’re not real. That’s the price we must pay looking back wanting to be young and free and play with those fairytale creatures but we can never go back to Pan and Neverland or the Cheshire Cat in Wonderland, and knowing we can’t stay young and that we are lives abc as people are lives are fallible, brief, and that we cannot stay young is scary. Being an adult is too real. At the end when he’s like a tree “leafless” I don’t know if he’s old and finally back to Neverland and fairytales in eternity. Or if he is overcome by the realization of his finite times and finally sees the real world for what it is. I hope it’s the first.
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Yes – you’ve interpreted my intention beautifully (as you usually do!). The first ending you’ve described is the one I intended, but I can certainly see how you came to the second idea as well. Thank you for investing so much time into reading, analyzing and sharing your thoughts – it is truly humbling and most appreciated. It’s such a nice feeling to know that something I wrote has been able to be enjoyed and understood by a friend. You’re a star, Mandi π
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Thanks Ryan. That’s very kind! π
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Time does seem to move so fast. This is just so thought provoking. You’re so very talented. I’m going to follow one of the links you posted above and see what else luks around.
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Thank you so much π
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You’re welcome!
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Dreams of yesteryear … I never thought growing older would be so damn hard …
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never never thought I’d grow old… yeah, that is so true….and yet!!!!!!!!
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And yetβ¦. Thanks for reading, Rajani π
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Absolutely beautiful
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Too kind. Thank you π
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Quite a, nostalgic piece, there’s, that hint of loss, in growing up, because we’re all, leaving our, childish innocence, behind.
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Truly appreciated. Thank you π
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no stopping it
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Sometimes I wish I could see the world like I did when I was a kid, all bright and shiny. Everything seemed possible then.β¨
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Truly. Thank you, Anoushka
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Lovely reflections on the fleeting nature of time and the nostalgia for carefree days. Your words evoke vivid imagery and emotions. Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece.
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Hi, Donald. Thank you for reading and also for your wonderful comments. Really appreciate it
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Great images
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Thanks so much π
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Takes me back⦠love the imagery here.
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Thanks so much, Shiloh π
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This is beautiful.
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Thank you
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Is that a Real picture? Wow. Thereβs some kinda Peace truly. π Good one or Bad one? You must know!
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Thank you
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I’ll trip into the world until I find all the childhood realities and dreams that I left behind, too!
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Lovely π
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Thank you so much
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