days of stone

Author: Ryan Stone

  • Bonnie & Clyde

    Bonnie & Clyde

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    Ryan Stone
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    On a Monday I met her, but should’ve known better- moon days bode ill for new friends. Lunar sea tides with light and dark sides make Monday trysts wane to weak ends. Aphelion eyes, dark hair and toned thighs presaged a blue moon ascending. With a wink and a gun, she blocked out the sun…

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    Ryan Stone
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    Over the mountains and down to the sea, you must come now if you hope to break free. No time to mourn for Autumn’s red bowers; the light we once made, now darkness devours. I can play you the rhymes of the kingdom, I can sing you the songs that you know; but we must…

  • No One

    No One

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    Ryan Stone
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    dawn pauses, explodes in a flash of carmine fire flaring in the east flaring in the east, Icarus ascends his throne – blazing flight of one blazing flight of one, Labyrinth behind, no one makes it out alone – Ryan Stone Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Being Alone

  • Teacher

    Teacher

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    A wail of sirens makes her pale with fear, returns her to the year she stole a cub from his foxhole. Ryan Stone

  • Whispers

    Whispers

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    Ryan Stone
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    I am he who worships Spring in moonlit mountain shallows. I am he who watches you, insubstantial shadow. I am he who brings night’s ship safe to morning’s shore. I am he who loves you, your servant, evermore. Ryan Stone

  • Sneewittchen

    Sneewittchen

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    Ryan Stone
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    Ten small moons blank as bone, not bright enough to guide her home. Five above, and five below in the land of Fae, where cold winds blow. A coffin, glass, her beauty case; asleep at last, the maiden, chaste. A mirror’s truth first planted seed, from poison springs doom’s apple tree. Cloaked in night her…

  • Ingénue

    Ingénue

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    Ingénue Raindrops – steel drums, belting roof tops. Loud beats unheard beneath white sheets where two hearts shed one last taboo. Ryan Stone

  • Dusk

    Dusk

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    Dusk Twilight sheds her mantle for night. They come together, meld, succumb. In eyes deeper than time she dies. Ryan Stone

  • The Grey Mornings

    The Grey Mornings

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    Ryan Stone
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    I start at the sound of each car passing on midnight streets outside; hoping it’s you, knowing it isn’t. Dreams fade with your warmth as reality slowly intrudes: it would be enough to fall into your arms and know I’d wake there, too. I am only real when you are near, but you never stay…

  • This is the winter of darkness

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    Ryan Stone
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    everything lead grey—heavy as storm clouds.The trail I follow around the lake, swallowedby mildew and mud. Branch bridges and detourscrisscross, from walkers bypassing flash floods.A wind howls through weeping willow skeletons,haunting my passage. Boots grow heavy with eachstep. Treacherous soles threaten to betray.Nestled among tree roots, wood ducks huddlein sleepy pairs, wings folded—waiting.This grey world…