After
midnight, ghostly
laughter
invades
memory’s time
thinned glades.
Heart skips,
grows colder; like
your lips.
Ryan Stone
For National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Remembrance.
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After
midnight, ghostly
laughter
invades
memory’s time
thinned glades.
Heart skips,
grows colder; like
your lips.
Ryan Stone
For National Poetry Month 2016 @ The Music In It – Remembrance.
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Somber yet beautiful as always, Ryan π
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Thank you, Kelly. I’ll try to remember to take my happy pills π
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Nah! Your job is to make us feel the gamut of emotions, correct? I think you know what you’re doing π
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Got me π
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Yes, I get you! lol
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wow…speechless…wow…
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Haha, thank you my dear friend. I hope you’re well π
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I am better now that all the drama has ended for the weekend π I hope you are well also.
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Very well, thank you π
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π I am glad
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Yes! This one is beautiful!
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Thanks, Al π
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Really lovely, Ryan…tender and touching.
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Thank you so much, Em.
I’ve been away for a few days, it’s nice to be back. Lots to catch up on π
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Well, get crackin’! π
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Pulling out all the emotions there…magnificent. I have been giving you a break on comments, but I could not resist. Grin.
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I’m glad – I was starting to worry that you’d forgotten me π lol
Thank you, Belinda – I love receiving your feedback.
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Mr. Stone, how could I possibly! lol I love seeing you around too. π
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“Hear grows colder like your lips” very sad ending Ryan.
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Thank you, Mandi – this one is based on an event from many years ago and rather personal, which makes your kind feedback even more precious to me. Thank you π
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Love the juxtaposition between warm and cold. The memory warms but it is a cold reminder that it just a memory. Awesome, my friend!
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Exactly! Thank you for understanding, mate.
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You are welcome, my friend!
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The dark beauty of this piece is breathtaking Ryan! It leaves the heart gasping for air. But I loved it just the same! π
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Thank you, Miss Skittles π
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Welcome Mr. Stone!
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Oh my, oh my–this is beautifully gripping, Ryan.
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Too kind, Azul. Thank you π
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Most welcome π
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