The sun sulks, eclipsed,

 denying us another day.

In a series of silent nights,

a fluorescent moon hovers overhead, 

our eye in the sky…


then blown aside by winds of ire

from stirring Giant on high.    


Timid raindrops crawl across a telephone wire

like cautious children anticipating a slide…


as the heavens unfold pounding its wrath upon us– 

angry thunder in rolling arpeggios

storms down with vengeance.


It took thousands of years

for the universe to arrange for us to meet by chance

–a chance of a lifetime;

Then a lifetime of chances

squandered by our witless folly and misdeeds.

Unrealized. Unfulfilled–

Callow youth and shallow beauty

fading into senescence and sleep. 


The city mourns.  Autumn tolls for her dead.

Summer has been slain–

her fruits lay lifeless, deserted in decay.

Soon Winter shall come to cover and conceal

silently effacing all traces that we ever were.



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.



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.




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.


 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.



We  loved again, and yet again

 while caution slept, then woke with watchful eyes

To look upon the dreams we stirred and bid us question why.

The Universe conspired that we never be together–

 that I will never see you again.

 I do not resist, but accept; as do you.

So we stay as we are and where we are. Frozen in form.



We took a breath and We began

as if in step with the giant lungs of Gaia itself,

in rhythm with her tides.

On the exhale–the split-second of cessation before inhaling

–so did we, separating once again, letting go,

 only to resume,

each time more slowly and fewer times between;

until the time will come

that we cease breathing;

Upon which we shall return to our origin:

an idea the Universe had.

Tonight I saw your face very clearly

although no smile showed it;

and my mood mellowed listening to your voice

although only I could hear

For Time was confused,

stopping somewhere between then, now and yet..

Sometimes you seem so intangible–

like a half remembered dream in restless sleep;

But then there are days when you are so real,

I instinctively look for you in every faceless crowd,

then for small souvenirs,

and though there is not a sign of you anywhere,

 my memory colors everything You and yesterday,

when alive as actual,

you invade the privacy of my stilled hopes

and even the highest fence cannot help me resist your rule.

There you sit, high in the kingdom of my mind

where passion reigns supreme–

your Majesty absolute, the jealous Master my Will worships–

where your conquest lies in my possession.