A Once before and yet to be

Words were meaningless then.
Arrows and honey lost in the storm.
Traveling so far, just to find a home.
I gave everything I had away.
With broken bones I crawled.
Like octopi coming out of the sea.
A starfish, growing back.
My world is not littered with diamonds.
Those words, once so meaningless, do not sparkle still.
But they do feather my nest.
A poet, a teller of stories.
Some long, others gone.
But sadly, and shockingly.
My own tale of loss and redemption.
Yet it echoes deeply into my other worlds.
And rings out in a life yet lived.

10/09/202210/09/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: octopus, stories, timeTags: diamonds, future, hope, loss, octopi, poem, poet, Poetry, redemption, sea, starfish, stories, tales, time 1 Comment

You are the ocean (Redux)

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26/05/202126/05/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: love, ocean, videoTags: beach, cut, diamonds, divine, gold, love, poem, Poetry, precious, shipwreck, starfish, stars, wreck 2 Comments

You are the ocean

The cuts spill a gold.
Where the bone is exposed, a strength shows.
Rebuilding myself like a starfish.
Grown back, from ripped apart.
Those are not pearls, but diamonds in the blood.
Strong and timeless.
Clankering around my metal heart.
Each soul contains a treasure.
This golden light of the ages.
Liquid wonder and most precious to the divine.
Dripped down in time.
Spilled on the floor where you left me.
Soaked up through my veins because I had to.
I needed it, to get away.
The undulation of time.
Sets forth a storm of unfolding.
A revealing of a love you hoped to lay sunk.
Rotting like a shipwreck on the ocean floor.
But no more.
The stars in the sea salvage us.
Hauled to the shore to gasp again on palmed beached air.
At that place, where I promised you forever.

25/05/202125/05/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: diamonds, love, seaTags: beach, cut, diamonds, divine, gold, love, poem, Poetry, precious, shipwreck, starfish, stars, wreck 2 Comments