Words that lived in hearts disappeared
Claimed to have never been known
Became a dream of dark mirrors,
Deserts of wilted poppies
Grey voiceless stones
Do not hear the words that called lover's names
No longer see panther's eyes
Ringed in blue sounds of crystal violas
The colors she left in the air
Rejoined an infinite white
No hope for an endless thirst
We are born and die
On islands lost in time
The sky hides all her birds
Donald Ryburn
Douve
For a long time
The wind lusted
After last light
Strangled Earth's desire
To become statues of seasons
Cicadas slept on cold stones
Could not hear footsteps of clouds
Changed azure in still air
Shadows the depth of black swans
Shifted broken necks
Became daguerreotypes
Wept at the immobility of cold
The wind held the coats
Of merchants, prostitutes
Lifted sleeves before
Dull white cubes of houses
Vague wind emitted
Silent radiance
Became sudden and dark
~Donald Ryburn
Darrio's Bones
A beast stained the silence
Beyond these rivers
Of ashen enemies,
Children of her absence
My walking river's edge
Was meaningless
Against this absence
A horrible cry escaped
Mouths of silence
Signs and prayer flags
Immersed in the black ashes
Of this terrible shoreline
All time has her return
All time has her disappear
I challenge unnamable dark giants
Who destroyed the last stars of night
~Donald Ryburn
Ancestral Mornings
Dawn's blindfolds interrupted
Young women in azure gowns
Who played dark flutes
Near night's windows.
This sun mocked
Vermeer's widow's hands,
Ridiculed the debts of bread.
Dawn's light, a black decay
Of broken mouths.
Dark blood of an evil God
Encroached golden night,
Destroyed warm moons.
As always, the hyacinth's hair
Yielded secret life
To the malevolent clouds.
The Dead shook off stillness,
The beauty of childhood,
Became the corpses of the living.
~Donald Ryburn
Beautiful
Beautiful
A whirling dervish from a Decillio Lago poem.
A lucid dream,
Pantomimed laughter.
I sent her absurd flowers,
Insects and questions from common men
Whose love is dispensed in secret.
Beautiful
A Decillio Lago poem of lucid dreams.
A whirling dervish,
Absurd laughter.
The secret love of insects sent
With flowers, common men questioned.
Beautiful
Pantomimed absurdity
Loved common men as insects,
Dispensed in secret in a Decillio Lago poem.
Laughed, whirled as a dervish.
Flowers questioned lucid dreams.
Beautiful.
~Donald Ryburn
Donald Ryburn is the editor of 4*9*1-SurSymbolist-Imagination (www.fournineone.com ). He is a neo-naïve visionary artist/photographer. His poetry and photography has appeared in hundreds of print journals, anthologies, and on-line zines, including Black Moon, Poetry Motel, Pacific Coast Journal and Art/Mag (print) and Poetry Superhighway, Poetry Tonight, Room Without Walls , Archeflamboeth , Entropic, Tom Perry's Grassroot Poetry (on-line). He is a founding member of the SurSymbolist Movement, The Tampa Group and The Ybor City Group along with Duane Locke and Damniso Lopez. His work is submitted exclusively through the Lind Call Literary Agency. His email address is stompdncr@aol.com. He is a member of the Tvlvhvse Wokvkiye Ceremonial Grounds of the Mvskoke Nation
Donald Ryburn
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