a passageway assembled in perfection
hues claim blue for reflection
conjured depth’s ensue
a violet isolation
the design of oblivion
no fleeting moment can abscond
all must fall or fly the horizon
these obscurities hold my untold
blinded in hidden tradition
  secrets folded over delicate
           clouds of warm winter blankets          
trapped captive to an attic
lay inside the sunny side of regret
hope tapping on the window pane
a rap for the mocking
sounds a cadence walking
the rhythm of keys jingling
turning on a swinging chain
the view soars beyond iron bars  
watch over a skylined corridor
through a cracked mirror
searching for a lost child
gone far into the abyss
grey clouds shed tears
  a mothers anguish
roars for a thunders rest
sadness mourns while evanescent
the wonder of a child spirit
reaches beyond the pieces left behind
the shine through this essence as divine
empty arms holding tight to stolen time
destiny fight’s to unwind
the labyrinth

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

a perfect balance struggles neat
slow reaches step to please
the silky flow follows a rhythm
life moving below at a steady hum
each breathe taken
manuever sways
stills the swing of a string
swiftly shredding ribbons beneath
the highwire means to an end


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan

grand towering limbs
reach to meet
branches a flourishing keep
twigs to trunks create
a stretch to breathe
crooked seedlings bow in need
live to die, and sow to reap
sewn together a needle to seam
hand to cheek
a means plunges deep
moves a steady pulse to bleed
seeping shallows underneath
beating tree to tree
a hollow quant and sweet

free will drives the darkness
a gesture to greet
the animal unseen
shadows join in to deceive
the passerby and inbetweens
a hunter to a prey
the profile of trees  
dazed in the headlight beams
outline reality as a thief
stealing moments
yet to be
the forgotten trinkets  
hang from trees

a keepsake for a figurine
trapped beads concede
to a broken string
fall along the wayside
finding hope is still free
playing content in the wind
chasing tossed debris
gathering leaves
one by on they fall weak
remnant colors in deceit
raise to a scatter
a boundless retreat
content to repeat
the redeeming sweep


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan