days of stone

Tag: loss

  • In Passing

    In Passing

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    After all the years, the heart-shaped promises, a Ponts des Arts love lock one Spring, it has come now to this — a sterile room, too-small-for-two bed, plastic flowers, faint urine smell. Standing bedside, she strokes and hums, remembers a warm night by the sea. The setting sun kisses white hair golden. Tremors become twitches,…

  • Depression

    Depression

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Pitch black, careening down a track in vain before a dark freight train blasts past. Underneath, peace at last. Ryan Stone

  • Hourglass

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    We walk the tide line barefoot on the morning sand, your steps close by mine. Later, I return alone but no trace of us remains. Ryan Stone

  • Ghosts at Dawn

    Ghosts at Dawn

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. Ryan Stone

  • Tempest

    Tempest

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Wind, blow – lift me high, don’t let go; fly me far, above sand and sea. Monsoon – take me, let’s chase the moon. – Ryan Stone

  • Unshackled

    Unshackled

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    A breeze blows in, lifts her with ease, this shell. As I whisper farewell, Godspeed. The ties that bind recede. Ryan Stone

  • Shades

    Shades

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Her kiss at dawn is what I miss the most – as day break sings a ghost refrain: love dims to dust and pain. Ryan Stone

  • Rhyme of the Kingdom

    Rhyme of the Kingdom

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    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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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    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

  • The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

    The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    – 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,…