ryn - Hello Poetry

ryn Dec 2017

Pottery

Of mud and clay,
drawing strength from the sun.

In the heat,
insides harden even if layers begin to peel.

But in the rain,
the shell concedes and starts to run.

All is left,
is a puddle - stagnant and bereft of zeal.

#hellopoetry107 #pottery

ryn Dec 2017

Nightcalls

Nights get heavy.
When every thought becomes a curse.
Sleep is waylaid.
When every subtle nuance you begin to nurse.

Hours grow long.
Rest becomes a dream.
Seconds start to undo...
Every stitch in every seam.

Shadows come to play,
as their dance warps your grasp.
Demons come to say...
That you’re welcomed in their sinister clasp.

#hellopoetry107 #nightcalls

ryn Dec 2017

Nocturne

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Solemn nocturne
accompanies my night

Invisible orchestra
serenading the moon

You will sing
the chorus in this twilight

But all had ended
in a verse sung too soon

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#hellopoetry107 #nocturne

ryn Dec 2017

What I Have Left

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I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
the earth consumed my knees
and I had seen myself breathing in mud.

I’ve struggled,
thrashed about
and broken what little I had.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I’ve lost myself.
It’s been ages since
I knew where to begin.

I’ve risen,
fallen...
Risen again
and again
fuelled by
what little hope I have left.

I’m learning to walk again...

It’s been awhile since
I found myself
flourishing in the warmth of day
and consoled by the comfort of night.

I’ve lived through many hours...
And I wish to survive my many more...
With what little strength I have left.

Inspired by Foo Fighter’s “Walk”.

#hellopoetry107 #whatihaveleft

ryn Dec 2017

All Hung Up

There's a streak of sadness
that lines the backdrop of my facade.

There is much discontent
that lurks sinisterly beneath.

Gone is the confidence
that these legs might see me
through the ribbon at the end.

Instead I’m all strung up,
all hung up
and all choked up
with misplaced guilt and grief.

#hellopoetry107 #hungup

ryn Dec 2017

Fester

Many are the things unsaid
when tongues are bit

Much is the blood
spilled when hearts are slit

Many are the moments
forsaken when the mind’s unfit

Much of the pain
still fester even with words deliberately writ

#hellopoetry107 #fester

ryn Dec 2017

Puzzle

I don’t expect
people to ask.
And I don’t hope
for others to
understand.

I’m a puzzle
only I can solve.

Actually no,
I can’t.

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#hellopoetry107 #puzzle