ryn - Hello Poetry

ryn Apr 2021

Here

.
Find me here.

Amidst the dry, tall grass,
under the bare-branched tree.

I’ll scribe afresh on its familiar bark -
Upon the other etches
I’ve made before,
as I wait for the coming of
the umpteenth sun,
that promised to follow
the wake of nonchalant moons.

Under the leafless tree.
Amidst the dead grass.

I am here.

.

#hellopoetry107 #here

ryn Apr 2021

Err

If I have erred...
Let it be known
that the mistakes
came from these hands
and they’re bound.

And if I did cry...
Let it be shown
that the tears that
came from these eyes
trickled without a sound.

#hellopoetry107 #erroneous

ryn Apr 2021

Martyr

Like the moon
who diligently makes way
for the coming suns.

(And at a time, most unfortunate.)

He saw fit,
to loosen his grip...

And watched his heart
fall and turn into a million
ruby shards and splinters.

#hellopoetry107 #martyr

ryn Apr 2021

Mist

.
Morn’s lingering mist...
Silently skimming
off the water’s edge.

          Deft tendrils reach out,
          to playfully
          taunt and tease...

Digging and uncovering...
Like a slow and worn...
But trusty dredge.

          Unearthing unwelcomed
          memories of (c)old,
          like an abrupt winter’s breeze.

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#hellopoetry107 #mist

ryn Apr 2021

Storm

Laid my feet in the dirt
when the monsoon came.

      Heavy pelts.
      Magnificent flashes.
      Angry skies.

It was a perfect storm.

Time to move
yet I can’t,
with these feet caked in mud.

#hellopoetry107 #storm

ryn Apr 2021

Prayer

Ernest prayers,
as it always would begin...

     “Eddying echoes...
     Be not my foes.

     Let sand under feet,
     be kith and kin.

     Let arms that toil,
     be hands that sows.”

.

#hellopoetry107 #prayer

ryn Mar 2021

Clairvoyance

The knowledge of days
beyond tomorrow.

The vision of nights,
graced by future moons.

The brief glimpse
behind the veil of sorrow.

The eternal unrest
due to a life gone too soon.

#hellopoetry107 #clairvoyance