My friend Ryan Stone has a poem in the August issue of Red River Review. I’ll reprint the poem as well as links both to his blog, Days of Stone, and to the journal. Many fine poems on both venues.
Although science, with clinical wisdom
declared her not yet a person,
a heartbeat argued defiantly
for a night.
We visit the cemetery —
hands entwined, minds
in different hemispheres,
hearts mangled. In a quiet corner
where the sun lingers late in summer,
where gelid moans soften in winter,
we become broken pieces
of something once much stronger.
– Ryan Stone
photo courtesy of Jikoman
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Yes, my reaction too.
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Thank you Sarah, I’ve been reading all of Ryan’s post, his writings are simply spellbinding, and always so meaningful.
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I agree, Ivors. I follow his work as well.
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Thank you for sharing this
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Thanks for stopping by, Martin. You’ll enjoy the other work on his blog as well.
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Thank you so much, Sarah. Very kind 🙂
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You’re welcome, Ryan. It’s a beautiful poem.
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