Wings & wounds

Moods that form like ice.
Primitive and wild.
Divide these thoughts one by one.
With the seed of hope lying in the heron’s stomach.
Out of sight, and beyond our boundaries.
The breaks of tolerance have worn away.
And the world calls me now, out into the dark.
Listen.
Dream about the future. The annuals of time.
Plastering over the cracks and the doubts.
But hollow is the past, honeycombed and fretful.
Don’t get lost.
Un-buckle and rewind.
Begin once more as the heron spreads its wings.
Looking up, what does it see?
What do you wish to feel?
Simple ponds and stagnant waters you wish to leave behind.
There’s a calling, from the sea.

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7 thoughts on “Wings & wounds

  1. But hollow is the past, honeycombed and fretful. Oh Geez Mark Ryan you had me in chills!!! Such a sublime way to put it, lyrically drooling in fantasies and pain. Wow i love your words and that brilliant mind of yours! Keep up the lyrically gifted lines!!! x

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    • Thank you very much, lord knows where these things come from in my head though. Think i’m just a transistor for something other. I’m glad you enjoyed it though.

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