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O MOON

Hello, moon.

Yes, he’s gone–light-years away by now.

You were snuffed out,

threatened with extinction,

extinguished like a candle flame

and disappeared under the black robe of unbearable night.

Wasn’t it me who said loving him was never having loved before?

Wasn’t it he who professed it was impossible to love me more?

There are no stars to get my bearings.

I am lost.

The minutes turn into hours

and every hour becomes another day that he stays away.

My arms cannot grasp the vacuum.

O moon, Help me!

Light the way that I may see.

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

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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.

WILD ONE

He’s a man that don’t believe in fences

He’s got his freedom and won’t give it up.

He ain’t crazy, just a little restless.

So hard to handle, so easy to love.

Won’t be settling down with me.

Ain’t putting his heart in chains.

Like a bird that is flying free,

he’s the kind that you just can’t tame.

He’s a wild one with a gypsy soul

And a runaway heart I can’t hold.

A wild one, like a rambling rose.

The last to surrender, the first to let go.

Wouldn’t promise he’d be here tomorrow.

He couldn’t give what I hungered for.

Gave me love but it was just to borrow.

I thought I had it and still wanted more.

He told me that love ain’t free—

the bars of a velvet cage.

Won’t live in captivity.

He’s the kind that you just can’t change.

He’s a wild one with a gypsy soul

And a runaway heart I can’t hold.

A wild one, like a rambling rose.

The last to surrender, the first to let go.

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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.