Bedroom at Daybreak

A breeze saunters in,
brisk enough
to rouse spectres
from corners –
words flung like fists

fists flung like answers.
Passion smolders
then surrenders
to ash.

Outside a rosella
flays petals from a rose
until an empty husk remains

and I beg the fickle breeze
to carry me away.

Ryan Stone


33 thoughts on “Bedroom at Daybreak

  1. Oh wow, this is a masterpiece, Ryan–I love that you used one of my favorite words, “spectre”. It’s hard to choose a favorite line–the last 2 stanzas are fabulous, but truly the entire piece is equally so. Being a “fan”, it’s tough to come up with non-redundant comments πŸ™‚

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