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POEMS by Ronaye Hudyma

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130 poems will be removed for public view because they are in my upcoming book “…with a broken wing.” The new ones will continue to be displayed for your enjoyment.

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ISBN: 978-1-84897-991-8

This is a work of fiction.

Names, characters, places and incidents originate from the writer’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

First Published in 2017

Olympia Publishers

60 Cannon Street

London

EC4N 6NP

Printed in Great Britain

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POEMS

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WILL O’ THE WISP

 I am a firefly’s wings;

translucent in the night

transparent by day.

A will-o’-the-wisp

–the spirit of a dead dream

wandering the earth in search of you

to lead you toward your destiny.

You lost your way and  I follow you

to return the treasure that once was yours. 

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OUT OF INNOCENCE

Out of the innocence of night

in the quiet of contentment,

I come to you with a trust unclothed

and sentiment unguarded.

I come with humility and respect

with wonder, yet understanding.

I come with my need written on my heart

yet with my offerings eagerly extended.

I shall never mask or misuse your sensitivity

nor exploit your sympathies.

We love so easily, we do

for you are Love, magnanimous and mine.

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AS I REMEMBER YOU

Through sorrow one learns joy,

learns to treasure her when graced by her visit,

for the stay is always too brief.

Through sadness,

the memories of you have become sweeter

when reveling in distant luxuries.

Through words that interpret a magnitude of

meanings and messages,

mine say, “Please remember me.”

Owner of this heart set a beating,

If you in the slightest doubt my sincerity

need you but see the image reflected by my mirror

as I remember you.

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AMBUSHED

Acerbic  words sting,

 assail the air;

hurled  like a dagger with a jab to the heart. 

Fatal blows swift and sure catch me by surprise…     

I cannot breathe.                           

Your barbed tongue maims,

slices  through the tender threads of trust and        

when the curtain falls, you feel nothing. 

Of course.

I was fodder for your senses, consumed then forgotten

No investment. No expense.

Being without me is a reprieve, a temporary Fast — no snacks, no sugar.

Yet you to me were love without restraint

 sustenance for the soul

and the bonds that did bind me were not of chains–

 but a river of ribbons flowing throughout my existence.

After a taste of the Infinite,

being without you  is death by starvation.

Now Both of us are confined to our corners

of opposite sides

where never the two shall meet.

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 STAR-CROSSED

 The sun sulks, eclipsed,

 denying us another day.

In a series of silent nights,

a fluorescent moon hovers overhead, 

our eye in the sky…

watching,                       

then blown aside by winds of ire

from stirring Giant on high.    

 

Timid raindrops crawl across a telephone wire

like cautious children anticipating a slide…

waiting

as the heavens unfold pounding its wrath upon us– 

angry thunder in rolling arpeggios

storms down with vengeance.

 

It took thousands of years

for the universe to arrange for us to meet by chance

–a chance of a lifetime;

Then a lifetime of chances

squandered by our witless folly and misdeeds.

Unrealized. Unfulfilled–

Callow youth and shallow beauty

fading into senescence and sleep. 

 

The city mourns.  Autumn tolls for her dead.

Summer has been slain–

her fruits lay lifeless, deserted in decay.

Soon Winter shall come to cover and conceal

silently effacing all traces that we ever were.

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SANS LOVE

The ambrosial choke of smoke                       

lured me to its lair and touched me.

Our skin lit like tinder–
burnt hands, singed fingers,

 

Familiar coals once flamboyant in gaudy performance

now lie low with Love’s lament.  Spent.

Dying embers in empathy with the flesh,

yet iced still your impenetrable heart.

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STILL

In a single moment,

life ripped apart the last visage of illusion

from my mind;

tearing away the memories that I viewed through,

everything I belonged to…desperately held onto.

I have been painting a portrait of existence; 

Each brush stroke filled with the pigment of significance,

masking what was really there.

Behind the window dressing,

reality is laid  bare–

an empty space of naked seeing.

Just Being.

How does it feel?

Quiet. Vacant. Still.

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HEARTLESS

You have no heart.                               

I gave you mine;

you gave it back…broken.

And now I need surgeon’s hands to hold the halves together.

 

 You have no love.                   

 I gave you mine;

you threw it away…strangled, with no emotion.  

In a sweep of your hand,

you swept away “forever”

and only left … “never”.

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GUTTED

I heard  you speak the word…married.

My mind froze. My heart stopped.

I couldn’t  breathe as it entered my body 

cutting out the space where you used to be.

Gutted. Eviscerated.

Excised with no anesthetic.

Will it still be there tomorrow?

There is no tomorrow.

I didn’t die, but we did;

taking time away with no reprieve of the past,

leaving me disfigured, severed.

Like the last time.

Love no longer has your face or body 

to invade my dreams.

Now your memory has a fence around it. An inner: No!

Irreparably, it cannot be otherwise; because it is.

It already is.

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BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT…

Coming soon – The upcoming release of Ronaye’s  book by British publisher in London, England; to be available on Amazon.

                                    

                 …with a broken wing
Expressions of
the Human Spirit

poems by Ronaye Hudyma

Description:

Whether contemporary, classic, or peppered with Elizabethan eloquence, this profound ensemble of 130 poems is not stationary. They move as if conducted with a maestro’s baton –fluid between the euphoria of life and love, the drama, the anguish of death and loss, with every nuance of human emotion spilling upon the pages.

They are poignant words written with the transparency of youth, gathering maturity and experience, evolving to wisdom, into the spiritual realm.

This is not just poetry. There are a million stories in each poem. Once for each of us. From the teenager discovering their individuality, the young adult challenged by relationships and the world around them, to the Elder denizens of Earth, who cherish their memories as veterans of life, this is a book to be read and reread, a keepsake to console, embrace and affirm your recognition of the truth within yourself that is already there.

 

 

THE ONE

The sun blinks…yawns, then rises

as the moon falls to earth–a dying rose before the last petal drops–

passing the torch to another day.

The eyes of Earth open

giving witness as Life moves in and out

…arises, subsides

as bird, leaf, butterfly,

the lowly rock, robin, human;

exalted or reviled. 

The One becomes the many and masquerades as form,

each thread weaving a tapestry of existence.

Interconnected. Vanishing. Replenished.

Chariots of shooting stars spin across the night sky

into the Cosmos

between the planets, beyond galaxies.

A glowing halo of conscious space is awakening

becoming aware of itself.

The “I” of Infinity…..

through You.

CHANGING PARTNERS

We kept on changing partners

while the band played on.

With the music moving through me

I found you in my arms. 

There was only ever this dance.

The last dance was our first.

I’d rather have this moment now 

then many half their worth.

No promise of a future that never will arrive 

Nor looking back at yesterday.
No past therein resides. 

I  need not know about you, 

from where or whence you came.

All that is, is all I need,

than changing partners once again.

EXPRESS TRAIN

Ye who come here;

As you peruse these pages,

view them as riding an Express Train through Time–

the same train we are all on.

When the train stops

and the Conductor turns around to tell you:

“This is where you get off”,

it doesn’t matter if you are riding first class or coach.

When your journey ends….

will you know who you truly are?

 

With hands untied and held in yours, 

you free me,

release me from the bonds of Earth.

You be me

With no between between us.

The fallacy of you and me,

of all the forms that make a “we”

disintegrates… eventually

as does the world through which we see 

creating our false identity

but fails to find and fails to see   

the portal where we  merge into Eternity.

LINGER NOT

I am starved for silence

besieged by the din of insatiable industry; 

its percolating miasma of exhaust  

belching in the air.  

 

Bound to form, barred from spirit

I move through a zone of distorted shapes and structures,

consumed by rabid activity

numbed in a heady drowse.

 

 Walk on! Walk past  the gray shadowy figures

silhouetted against the concrete and granite walls,

 stolidly shuffling by,

lost–trespassers dragged through time,

 

Alight and linger not

lest delusion overtake you,

and blind you to the truth.