Tag: trapped
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Dying Light
From my porch I watch thunderheads battering high noon into bruised twilight. I see you climb from under eaves, awakened by a pressure change. As the storm inhales you leap and spin, leap and spin your web — knowing your time to build is fleeting. Ryan Stone
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In Fallow Fields
In my father’s field fledgling hopes are neatly hedged, sown in the soil of silent forebears. Beside a bourne, in chalk and flint, dreams are buried deep. The rasping of his shovel has slowed this season. Some furrows lie shallow, others run deeper. Through rustic panes I watch him bend, straining against the pull of…
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Depression
Pitch black, careening down a track in vain before a dark freight train blasts past. Underneath, peace at last. Ryan Stone
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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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