It started as a scribble
in my yearbook
and ended
with an apology,
of sorts:
I wish I’d been more,
held your hand
when it mattered
and even
when it didn’t.
Ink lasts longer
than schoolyard buds,
wilted
before their bloom.
Notes we wrote
lend breath
to ghosts,
long after
pens fall still.
In this cold place
I see your face
as it was behind the gym;
where your lips
once tasted
of blackberries
and sunshine.
Ryan Stone
Blackberries and sunshine ๐ great
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Thanks ๐
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Agree with Mila… Also love the lines: “I wish I’d been more… Held your hand when it mattered and even when it didn’t.” – Beautifully sad
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Thank you, Yusra. It’s the little things that matter, I think ๐
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Perfect.
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Too kind (but thank you!)
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This brought back so many memories. Your first love or high school love is so special. As we grow and understand what it takes to make a relationship work we look back In regret, I saw your tags and don’t know if she passed or not. I’m sorry if she has….:(
My first love and I dated for 4 years and broke up when I was 18. I thought life ended. I truly thought my life was over.
Funny how things change. It’s been years since I’ve seen him but (ahem) on a certain day that was special between us he always texts me “123” jรปst to let me know he still thinks about me. The numbers 123 meant I love you. ๐ Every Valentines Day out of the blue I will get his text. Then he goes silent for another year. Funny… When you love someone you never rally stop. This is a beautiful poem. ๐
Sorry for the novel. I’m in a nostalgic mood for some reason. ๐
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Thanks, Carisa. It isn’t strictly autobiographical – more a collection of a few different events/people/emotions.
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Ahhh… It’s written so well. I’ve realized you have a way to get me to spill about my life. I’m sorry!! Ha! I will try and not share so much! ๐ณ
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Please don’t stop ๐
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Ha!
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You have been a guest in this cold parlor a dew times.. the poem is a witness of grief and memories. All of the sudden the taste of formalin vanishes with the sunshine and blackberries..
hugs!! lots of them!
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A guest? …more a permanent resident, I’d say. Thank you for getting me on such a deep level ๐
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I wish it was all poetic licence, hey but you are young and beautiful. Life will get better! it has to!
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Not so young or so beautiful as I’d like ๐ but thanks all the same for making me chuckle.
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There is always plastic surgery you know?? juuuuust kidding! ๐
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Ugh. Lump in my throat with this one. So nice.
Glad I came across your site. I can tell I am really going to like your poetry…and I’m pretty picky. ๐
Hope you will check mine out as well on learningtocry.wordpress.com under poetry category.
Happy writing.
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Hi, Suzanne. Thanks for your lovely comments – I hope I don’t let you down ๐
I’ll definitely head over for a look, thanks for the invitation.
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Reblogged this on learningtocry.wordpress.com and commented:
Came across another amazing poet out there in the blog world. Check out daysofstone.wordpress.com for more wonderful works by Ryan.
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it sure tastes good ๐
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Thanks, Pieter ๐
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I needed some company in my heartache tonight…thank you ๐๐ผ
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I’m sorry to hear that, my friend, but happy to hang out by your side. If it cheers you up even a little, Emily has always been my favourite name ๐
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Thank you, Ryan, you just made me cry. I think I need to. Long story, I’ll get over it. ๐๐ผ๐
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A cry every now and then is good for the soul. Hugs to you, my friend. All things must pass…
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And a beautiful poem, of course.
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If ink lasts longer than schoolyard buds, wistful memories last even longer. And come back to us in beautiful poetry such as this! Great one, Ryan!
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Thanks so much, Kunal. You just gave me a big smile-it’s a fairly personal poem. And I apologise for not having much time time to visit and read of late – I have a lot of catching up to do. I hope you’re well ๐
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No worries, Ryan, pop in when you can, the door’s open! Yup, doing well… and you?
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Cheers, mate. Good to hear. All well here, thanks ๐
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Wonderful Ryan. Especially the last line “blackberries and sunshine.”
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Thank you, Staci. So nice of you to drop by and leave such kind thoughts ๐
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Welcome Ryan. Hahaha. Yes, my life is so busy, but I like to drop by at least once a week. I need more time in a day. Don’t we all. Hahaha.
Have a great one.
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Thank you! And the same wishes to you ๐
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Blackberries and sunshine!!! Killer! โค I definitely can relate to this one today. I've been packing and going through old school folders and notebooks and found some notes from an old friend and reminded me of the old school days. How life changes. :]
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Strong high school memories in this one ๐ฆ Thanks so much, Al.
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What a romantic poem. You have a noble heart and an eloquent word.
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Thank you for such cool feedback. Happy you stopped by ๐
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Ryna, youโre writing is always superb. Life does bear witness to regrets, thankfully we have the ability to remember the โblackberries and sunshineโ. A beautiful poem, very touching. Please have a wonderful day. ~ Mia
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Thank you, Mia. I always look forward to your feedback. I hope your day is magic too ๐
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Ryan, you’re welcome and thank you. ๐
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Oh my, this is beyond beautiful, Ryan–and wistful. I love it, of course ๐
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Thank you, dear Stella. It comes from dealing with things I tucked away at the time but can pull out and examine many years on. So happy you liked it, my friend ๐
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Much poetry comes from those things we’ve tucked away–some are things we’re hiding from ourselves…if we bring them to the light, we may write healing… ๐
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I agree with you completely.
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Of course you do–that’s your job! ๐ ๐
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I wish Iโd been more,held your hand when it mattered and even when it didnโt. – I especially liked this line. Nicely done.
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Thank you ๐ Always so good to hear which parts work well. Really nice of you to take the time to leave feedback- it’s appreciated ๐
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I love this Ryan. I actually found an old yearbook the other day and spent some time remembering a few special people and moments. Your writing is always lovely and thought provoking. Have a wonderful weekend! – Lola
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You’re lovely, Lola. Thank you so very much. I imagine that must have been quite an emotional journey back through time. Very cool ๐
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It was emotion indeed, in the best possible way! Enjoy you day!
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This one always tugs at me, Ryan. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Sarah. I hope your trip is amazing ๐
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