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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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The night covets you,

folds around you like a quilt

tucking you in,

the stars lying beneath you like I do. 

We press closer, touching timelessness–
totally, an interim of entirety

whole unto itself, needing nothing else.
Absolute with perfection

You merge with the sky.

It takes you in, absorbs you so completely,

every time I whisper your name

another star –the brightest star appears

that others may see you,

know you as I do

and claim you as their own.

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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.

 

 

ILLICIT LOVE

 I am but a cog in the wheel of your life that spins around you,

 a specter of what was,

circling an apparition that can never be.

We are fireflies dancing on the edge of darkness,

making mischief then misery in the spirit of play;

 appearing in the periphery of a memory

 as we move closer, almost touching 

 then fly away

 disappearing into never-never land where time has no meaning.

My life is for love’s sake,
therefore yours.
And all that I am is for you or for your cause.

Enjoyment is in your name

and beauty has no tomorrow or time

separate from you.

I shall never ask you to love me,

nor demand you belong only to me.

I want that when you come to me

it is because you honor your need not obligation.

I ask nothing of you but what you wish to give

and ask only that you honor the same for me.

Love is born of freedom.

To impose boundaries is an attempt to restrain, contain it.

And yet, I am not exempt from human foibles.

My virtues are justified, likewise my follies;

and if you see these things in me 

and I am still worthy of your while, 

then welcome here and Now.

If not, then adieu, and nothing more need be said

but, O how I loved you.

THE SOLITUDE OF DESPAIR

To the all-seeing half hidden moon

lurking in the dark behind the clouds:

Why be wary?

It was a moment with no past, no future,

a moment, not of passion, but compassion,

resurrected in a poem.

I held him with my heart and arms

touching him with understanding,

letting his tears wash down my face

already wet with his pain.

You witnessed in silence, with wisdom, without judgment

the swell of sweet agony surging upward–

pounding, pushing, rushing from door to door–

my throat, my eyes, my lips.

The pull was by the finger tips

and toward the window

To view the sky’s teardrops….

to accompany ours.

A starved heart did swell

when the song was ended—full,

so full of sweeping space

when the unresolved chord found its progression;

a perfect cadence of completion. 

Then back to quiescence and the solitude of despair.

THE ART OF YOU

The art of you

clothes me in your smile,

caresses me with the look on your face.

Come to me as I am.

Let our eyes kiss like our lips do,

our arms, our thighs, our toes.

Or let us touch fingers;

our touches talking when our lips are silent.

Hold me closer.

Let me feel your heart surge against your chest

 as if attempting to burst into mine.

Love me longer

until we disappear into each other.