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Ron Dec 2024
If only I could come back,
I would run under any color sky.
I’d still embrace you after years pass,
with two old and wrinkled hands.
I don’t want wings to lift me up high,
I just want your kisses when I cry.
I want our eternity at the breakfast table,
with my coffee, and your bread.
I want you, my earth-bound lover,
to touch my face again.
Ron Nov 2024
I remember digging through,
dumpsters, garbage, alleys, tombs,
Scraping knees and losing shoes,
I remember how he just left me,
Two-faced and praying too soon.
I remember praying too,
For the sun to come up.
Do you remember,
All those gods of summer?
Ron Nov 2024
Do trees long for the leaves they have spilled?
Do lovers long for the wounds they have healed?
Do warm rivers long for the winters deep chill?
Do dark nights long for the days concealed?

I to have learned to long,
to yearn,
to thirst,
For the warmth of the wind, the cool of the moon,
The pleasant sigh of a newfound love,
For words just newly learned,
I will long.

I will long,
For all things touched by you.
Ron Nov 2024
The confines of time have infiltrated me
like sudden bursts of light
Into the eyes of a startled dog.
My gaze now sailing with the rain,
Tossed about in empty flowerpots,
Memories driven through my chest
Driving back my left-over words.

Even my cough is a call
to someone not there.

I will not live out the perfection
of the forgotten.
I will not keep silent my fragile thought,
This as I’ve never seen a sinner stand quiet,
With finger steady to their lips.
Ron Nov 2024
The ghosts have gathered at her bedside,
Speaking with leather-bound tongue,
Quiet you, your flesh so fine,
What more have you,
To long for?
Ron Nov 2024
Evening enters early now, under miles of cloudy skies,
Blue eyes a silent vigil, to rain falling to the ground.

Water falling steady, within its millennial sound,
In these darkened times I bear witness to it's cry.

Far away on a cold mountain, a darkened road slants steep,
In rainy clouds is a village, where people rest their feet.

I stop to smell deep of the dampened maple wood
Whose frosted leaves are redder than a month of summer flowers.

By my first strange and fatal view
By my desires which then did ensue
By my long starving hopes, that remorse
Coerced my words with a persuasive force
Whose beauty of fall now surge and then feed
Now trapped within the silence of leaves.
Ron Oct 2023
driving thoughts pierce the mind
as memories forged from steel
fathers weep over family’s grief
cinders turn as buildings burn
children scream at another’s war
and in the corner a tiny spoon
feeds hope to a hungry mouth
while new ghosts created now rest,
and physically hurt no more.
Our world is only as sad as we make it.
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