Ochre
soaked skies, sunrise
woke her –
blue grass
seas lilt behind
stained glass
at dawn.
On morning’s grace
she’s borne.
Ryan Stone
Tidesong
Warm sand
between our toes,
your hand
belongs
in mine, until
our songs
are sung;
our instruments
unstrung.
Ryan Stone
Written for National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Aging.
Dreamer
Each night
feathered wings gift
wild flight—
a slip
from chains, set free
to trip
and roam,
’til dawn’s siren
call home.
Ryan Stone
Roulette
Awake!
A slate grey, cold
daybreak –
blood clot
sunrise, I take
a shot
and miss.
Life must hold more
than this.
Ryan Stone
Dualities
Today
in golden sun
I lay
on warm
beach sand, until
a storm
rolled in
and turned my yang
to yin.
Ryan Stone
Tempest
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
Escape
Despite
the mist, the lack
of light,
they fly
true south, those geese,
while I
remain,
earthbound by age
and pain.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 