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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 TIME TO GO HOME

When March was but a capricious child

We could reach up and touch the moon

standing on the brink of a ravine

overlooking meadows of evergreens 

where the trees stand tall and purposeful like yourself

and fields of flowers never die

 even though you pick them.

‘Twas what I saw when my eyes lingered within your look.

Youth’s years how few, 

Age, how sure.

 

I can feel the coolness of those Winter days

when we walked together—you walked so fast–

through countless seasons that whip our bodies

until they bend;

But through it all, we yet hold a proud head.

I miss those days when the snow freshened our thoughts

that spoke to me through all that I love and cherish

and all that I love and cherish speaks to me as the eternal in you.

These cycles of impermanence are the pivot from which I draw my circle,

the circle of completion.

Yours, darling, as ever life holds its value.

It’s time to go home.