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


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.





I walk in the rain

 staring into the  eyes of eternal night

as  teardrops from the stars burn in unbearable anguish

 down the face of darkness, mimicking my own.

Strangers pass, hands clasped with love

remind me of my own empty held

as plaintive strains of loneliness play  

a brooding melody of melancholy–constant variations on a theme

of “nobody cares” and “no one will come

 repeated like musical voices of a Bach fugue

 answering in counterpart. 

A homeless orphan encased in a cocoon,

tangled in a net of discontent

I am isolated, feeling forgotten

standing on the bank watching

vanished days and faces from the dust of Time

flow by me like a river.

A revenant of despair silently screams

from the quicksand of my tortuous thoughts

that I am incomplete, unfulfilled, never enough 

and portions out my respite in paltry dosage.

Threads of a tapestry woven throughout my existence,

is this longing for….I do not know what

because…..I fail to see the whole;

— that of which I am not separate from,

and already a part.