Tag: morning
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Magpie Morning
Fifty soon.Strange how that numberfeels both heavier and lighterthan expected. I wake before the house stirs.Kettle on.Dogs at my heel—the old one careful on the tiles,the young one waiting for the daylike it might break open just for her. A magpie sings on the powerline,low and fluted—not calling,not warning—just there.Like me. The track behind is…
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En Passant
It wasn’t a spectacular leaf: rather drab, too long from tree. Yet, the life it clutched in its five trembling points turned my strides into steps into stasis. I watched as it danced, sucking more from a gust than nearby leaves better suited to flying. It spiraled away to a lazuline sky while I remained…
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Ethereal Planes
Above fields, bright paper planes fly While dark the shadows dance below. Like dreams released come morning’s rise Above fields, bright paper planes fly. In silence waits the blackened sky, The final pitch, night’s all star throw. Above fields bright, paper planes fly, While dark the shadows dance below. Ryan Stone
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Stand To
A silent witness crests the hill where bloody rain once fell. The sob and clubbing fractured now – hearts beat on distant shores where brothers wait with shaking hands to charge into the dawn. Across the Sea of Helle they came, from many different ports, to lay down cold on foreign stone, enlisted on some…
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Ghosts at Dawn
Too thin – you now exist within a pause as dawn retracts her claws from day; you fade, while I must stay. Ryan Stone
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No One
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
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