Despair

Dying Light

From my porch
I watch thunderheads
battering high noon
into bruised twilight.
I see you climb
from under eaves,
awakened
by a pressure change.
As the storm inhales
you leap and spin,
leap and spin
your web — knowing
your time to build
is fleeting.

Ryan Stone

** Featured Poet **

This month’s featured poet on Days of Stone is Yusra Gulab Jamman. I visit Yusra’s blog often for the sheer happiness and feeling of effervescence it bestows. Yusra is bursting with life and energy and her blog captures this feeling so well. She is also a very talented poet with her own unique voice and stylings. Much of Yusra’s poetry is vibrant and alive; rich in colour and often written from an unusual viewpoint that adds to its freshness and appeal.

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Conversation with a Spider

In the shadow of my hand,
you
scuttle, scuttle,
                                        slip –
on tiles too smooth
for your too-long limbs,

Each leg splayed slender
as a brush of wheat
beneath
the reaper’s
scythe.

-> Read the full poem and Yusra’s bio here: Featured Poet-Yusra Gulab Jamman