Lazarus

The memories had settled, like a layer of dust.
The sediment of life.
All quiet, only snow making a descent to disturb the spirit.
Time washing their feet.
Soaking it in like a golden virus.
Lining the lungs with platinum.
So easy to remain unmoved.
To close the eyes and drift away.
For the birds to lift the life out through the window.
But it was there still.
The pebble in the mind.
The needle in the side.
A notion of incomplete.
A spot of milk on the sideboard of the soul.
The eyelids flutter dustily.
The mouth parts slowly like the red sea.
A miracle come in to being, of a body that moves with hope.
Of a yearning to do, what it still does not know.
Lifting out of the dream.
To do what it was put here to do.
A completion, before it moves on.
And knows what it does not yet know.

17/12/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: dreams, life, soulTags: art, death, dreams, dust, gold, Lazarus, life, living, poem, Poetry, resurrection, snow, soul, spirit 4 Comments

Beneath and beginning

Mottled sunlight.
Puncheuring this face.
Hissing away the black and cold.
Into the blinding white, calling me.
Like the air after a storm.
Full of life.
The seeds within begin to rattle.
The oxygen dances in my mind.
Springtime, and thoughts of eternity.
As the flowers bloom once more in my heart.

08/02/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: flowers, heart, lightTags: alive, flowers, growth, happiness, heart, light, living, love, poem, Poetry, sun, sunshine 6 Comments

Fighting frontiers

It’s when that hunter calls to you.
And you brace for the arrow, the shot to the heart.
Feeling like an animal.
Fighting to be heard and tolerated.
Breathing in new corrosive air that erodes your lungs.
Deeper into the jungle.
You earthquake proof your soul, and it shakes with the rain.
With a look from these eyes and the sound of their name.
Fighting to fly, to keep these wings feathered down and peacock pleasant.
Stretched over time and the eyelids of a stranger.
Keeping it all in, keeping it all safe.
Fighting against the rules you never made.
Fighting frontiers of tomorrow on the soil of yesterday.
Running with the tigers.
Forever fighting to stay alive.

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Taken from ‘Everyday Miracles’ – out now

01/07/202101/07/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: animals, fight, natureTags: alive, animals, fighting, frontier, hope, jungle, living, poem, Poetry, wild 3 Comments