On Sunset Strip the lights have dimmed
And silent now their siren’s call.
A fading starlet’s eyes are brimmed
With tears–one more forgotten thrall
Who keeps her locks of platinum trimmed,
Awaits her call to glory,
Lays bare her soul to cheat decay
And rewrite her life’s story.
He sculpts her in immortal clay,
In meadows cold and hoary;
Holds time’s determined march at bay
From fields of faded glory.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 
A stunning poem Ryan.
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Thank you, Miriam 🙂
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Long time, no see. And then, this!
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NaNo is killing me, mate! Haha, thank you for reading. I have loads of catching up to do come December. I hope everything is well with you 🙂
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Yes, I’m not bad, thanks. Drop in whenever!
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Wow, this is a stunning poem Ryan! She takes shape with every line!
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Thank you, Mel. I hope you’re well 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 I’m muddling through as usual and both glad and stressed about the upcoming holidays. 🙂 Glad for paid time off, but stressed because I have to cram 5 work days into three. Sigh. I hope you are well too!
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Haha, life can be crazy! All well, thanks 🙂
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Very true. You’re welcome 🙂
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Beautifully written Ryan, wonderful. Please have a terrific week. ~ Mia
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Thank you, dear Mia. I wish you the same 🙂
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You’re welcome Ryan, and thank you. 🙂
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Perfection. Wonderful, Ryan 🙂
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Heya, Emily! Thanks so much. I hope life is good in your world 🙂
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This is a sorrowful piece but kind of hopeful,at the end. More than her forever being sculpted left an idol, not a faded Hollywood star with bleach blond hair. She’s frozen in time at a certain age, her most beautiful and remembered because at her height she fell. That was her fame. I’m not sure if I’m on point. But besides the blond hair, Judy Garland (Dorothy the Wizard of Oz etc.) came to mind. There are many others. Plus, I saw you had addiction as a category word, so for me things make sense that way. Excellent writing.
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Perfect as always 🙂 Thank you, Amanda. Love your support 🙂
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You’re most welcome. Have a good week 🙂
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WOW! Powerful write as always, Ryan. Huge smiles and hugs. I have been absent a lengthy period and I’m so happy to read your work again. 🙂
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Absent and greatly missed. Lovely to have you back and thank you for your lovely feedback. I hope you’ve been well 🙂
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Thanks so much, Ryan. I am doing awesome and I’m looking forward to doing some catching up. 🙂 🙂
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Great to hear! I need to do the same – NaNoWriMo ate my month 😉
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Stunning ❤
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Thank you, Nat 🙂 Hope your weekend is going well.
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You’re welcome, Ryan, and thank you 🙂
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A very relatable poem, especially these lines Ryan …
“He sculpts her in immortal clay,
In meadows cold and hoary;
Holds time’s determined march at bay
From fields of faded glory.”
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Thanks so much, Ivor. Always appreciate your thoughts, mate. Enjoy this amazing sunshine!
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Yes, the autumn sunshine has been invigorating
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