Tag: poetry
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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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Queen of Nothing
I barely remember how the hues of December cast sepia waves through her hair. Those words she first uttered: out here there be monsters, seemed a plea, not a thing to beware. A quick realisation: she sailed a maelstrom mainlining a vein named despair. Lost within dreams of heroine queens, I drew heart-shaped clouds in…
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Stillborn
Although science, with clinical wisdom declared her not yet a person, a heartbeat argued defiantly for a night. We visit the cemetery — hands entwined, minds in different hemispheres, hearts mangled. In a quiet corner where the sun lingers late in summer, where gelid moans soften in winter, we become broken pieces of something once…
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Unshackled
A breeze blows in, lifts her with ease, this shell. As I whisper farewell, Godspeed. The ties that bind recede. Ryan Stone
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Bonnie & Clyde
On a Monday I met her, but should’ve known better- moon days bode ill for new friends. Lunar sea tides with light and dark sides make Monday trysts wane to weak ends. Aphelion eyes, dark hair and toned thighs presaged a blue moon ascending. With a wink and a gun, she blocked out the sun…
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Rhyme of the Kingdom
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…
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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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