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ryn Nov 2023
Embalmed skin -
seemingly made anew,
yet pocked with sores…
from a life past.

The then waylaid heart
needed only whisper…

And long was the walk
through the cursed labyrinth
of sharp worldly things.
ryn Oct 2023
we fly
with lofty feathers
albeit shorn wingtips

we speak
but with pregnant minds
albeit engorged nibs
ryn Sep 2023
What’s this glaze
over my eyes…

A heavy mist
with fingers…
that lingers.
A cataract that
dives and claws
into the black
of irises.

A film,
a veil,
a canvas botched
and vandalised
with arguing paints.
And indelible black
that sings of sadness,
highlights the aches
of dejection
and screams
betrayal.
ryn Sep 2023
As if world-gazing through filters,
we’d be enamoured by the beguiling nature
of its ways and the silent poetry it recites.

We’d be captivated by the subtle touches
of scentful breezes.

We’d zealously claim the emotions evoked;
and all its nuances, as our own refined beings.

We’d then forget…
For a fleeting moment -
the scars that mark our hearts…
and the tumour that eats at us.
ryn Aug 2023
.
          Lone dew,
          at the tip
          of a blade.
          Orphaned,
          by a cool night’s
          moon.

               Disappeared,
               quickly with
               intentions unread.
               Devoured,
               by the sun
               much too soon.
ryn Aug 2023
There’s no respite
from this spectre
from memories dead.

There’ll be more moons
before vigil relinquishes
its stead.
ryn Aug 2023
.
“Isn’t this
what you had always
hoped for her?”

she asked.

And he said,
“So much...”
as tears from his eyes
flowed freely
into the limitless forever.
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