days of stone

Tag: poetry

  • Sangria

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    the soft promise of what today may bring —mulberry sunrise Ryan Stone

  • Sleep

    Sleep

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in ,

    on silvery trails thru the night we tripped, past the wall into the sky— swallowed by infinity Ryan Stone

  • When Love Fails

    When Love Fails

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Adrift in deep space, an astronaut lost, no wind to feather still sails. Oblivious world uncaring turns, in silence as oxygen fails. Ryan Stone

  • The Journey Home

    The Journey Home

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in ,

    She tells me her pain is a squall, sudden and vicious, like a flash storm whipping in from Bass Strait to batter King Island. Do you remember our Island, Garth? Her doctors build shelters; nurses batten hatches, but this tempest won’t blow over. She says her pain is a vulture now, circling the desert on…

  • Fleeting

    Fleeting

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing their tryst, night-born would live to die with dawn. Ryan Stone

  • 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

  • Riders in the Night

    Riders in the Night

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    Outside, in the distance a wild cat did growl two riders were approaching the wind began to howl. -Bob Dylan Hoofbeats on the tundra! Beneath a mage’s moon she draws her shutters closely, prays morning finds her soon. Thunder shatters silence, a rapping at her door tears the night asunder– a wild cat’s chilling roar.…

  • Fourteen

    Fourteen

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    by

    Ryan Stone
    in

    I ‘m standing on the platform, waitingfor the school train, eating a vending machine donut.It cost 80 cents, my entire train fare, but no-onechecks tickets this early. A magpie hunts baublesin the trash can nearby, the moon grins faintlyin a pale, grey morning sky. Grown ups in dazes drift over the platform, heads buriedin newspapers…