days of stone

Author: Ryan Stone

  • Wedding Poem

    Wedding Poem

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    Ryan Stone
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    It’s a fleeting moment– a red sky at twilight, rushing to the long night; the last russet leaf clinging to bough as autumn inhales, breathes out. You know this, you’ve felt it in the grey light of dawn, in that pause between waking and finding. You’ve heard it whisper through the dry grass of summer–a…

  • Lover

    Lover

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    Ryan Stone
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    she is a poem, electric brush of moonlight stroking naked flesh she is a poem, crimson rush of forest fire burning hidden dells she is a poem, the heated blush of verses written on my soul Ryan Stone

  • The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

    The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

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    Ryan Stone
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    – after Longfellow The wind whispers, the wind sighs, the dawn light brightens, a magpie cries; amongst the gum trees tall and green a girl becomes a faerie queen. And the wind whispers, the wind sighs. Morning settles beneath silk skies, her reign flits by like dragonflies; deep shadows dress the naked hill in dusk,…

  • Leaving Violet Town

    Leaving Violet Town

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    Ryan Stone
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    The boy sits alone while the carriage fills around him. It’s a V-line, a long haul, thundering into morning. Barely legible, a chipped sign fades and Violet Town falls away. He retreats to a paperback kingdom, while oblivious wheels devour miles. Sometimes his eyes rise to watch the landscape grind from here to there. Halogen…

  • Days

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    morning waves erase our footprints, hourglass sand Ryan Stone

  • felicity

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    embracing each day arms stretched to the horizon —forgotten scarecrow Ryan Stone

  • Deek’s Golden Day

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    A chill October morning. GreyMelbourne, 1982. Usually, we studentswould be outside at recessrunning ourselves warm. Not today. In the close schoolroom we huddlearound a tiny tv screen,watching the Commonwealth Gamesin Brisbane. Watching, in colour as marathon star, Rob ‘Deek’De Castella, battles two rivalsin third place through Fortitude Valley.Close to the 42km finish line Deek lengthens…

  • Godspeed

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    on the pier scattering tears and ashes …the wind dies Ryan Stone First published at Echidna Tracks

  • Bird Bath

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    nebulous rainbows dancing in the summer dawn – bathing rosellas Ryan Stone

  • Little Things

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    In the few spare minutes between kids’ basketball games I find myself in the produce aisle floating on a rainbow of yellow, red, orange, green. Vibrant and bursting with perfection, promising the flavors of earth and sky and stream. I pause— unexpectedly overwhelmed, grateful to live in a time where fifteen stolen minutes allows me…