days of stone

Tag: belonging

  • Shaping a Poem

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    Ryan Stone
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    It’s a quiet thing, a word foundin the stillness of dawnwhile dreamers slumberand the new moon succumbsto day. A fading thought,soft intake of breathin the long pause between sleep and wake.Sometimes it’s hopeenduring wildfire, flood,or the dusts of time.Maybe dinosaur bones,a lost tomb, or scarecrowsguarding lavender fields. Perhaps a dew-drizzledcobweb, a jonquil, cloudor song. Most…

  • Afterglow

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    Ryan Stone
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    The candle burns low I read while you doze, outside The wind and the world Ryan Stone