AFTER THE FALL

Your imposing power

has assailed my consciousness;

each thought complying,

hovering over the isolated abyss

that blisters on my memory,

ricocheting,

revulsive  

with a shapeless “why?”

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I CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEART

Doing all I can in the arms of another man;

It takes one to forget one.

Crying instead doesn’t get you out of my head

and it can’t get you out of my heart.

All I want to do is fall out of love with you.

You can’t say I’m not trying.

Some of the time I can get you out of my mind

but I can’t get you out of my heart.

I’ve got a lover to take away the pain

that’s hurting me not you.

You don’t feel it like I do.

Bet you’ve got a lover too.

Sometimes I wonder what good is it

if I can’t love him and I can’t have you?

I can get a brand new start

but I can’t get you out of my heart

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.

 

 

IT’S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME

It’s been a long long time

since you went your way and I went mine.

I cut you loose from the moorings that held us

with nary a whimper from your lips. 

But it was me set adrift, 

Stunned into silence, rudderless and guideless,

a castaway  in a shoreless sea 

who never found a home in your heart.

Its beaten path  unravels, but mine still binds

for it always knew love is something you can’t undo.

My cameo appearance was badly miscast

fraught with too many dress rehearsals and too much past.

It’s been a long long time,

So you find your lovers, I find mine

while your world goes on without me, without fanfare or applause

 — not even a telltale ripple to ruffle the shallow surface….

And as the final curtain draws,

it doesn’t  hurt anymore–maybe a little;

 just the last gasp of my still squirming pride,

 bruised, but not yet broken.

How do I get through it when there’s no way around it?

If there’s an answer, I haven’t found it

Even though it’s been a long long time.