Aqueous

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There was dew

Dripping from your sadness

Running from your eyes

And though it was raining

Outside my windowsill

You made it rain

Inside my room

You materialized your agony

By returning your water

To the cedar in my home

 

But your shower was not replenishing

Or evaporating into clouds

It was simply making its descent

For the sense of falling

 

You’re falling

 

But unlike the rain that will

Fall on firm ground

Your rain will sink and just continue to sink

Because there is no ground

For the foundation beneath you

Was taken away

Abruptly

And the eyes from which you came now seem

Billions of moments away

You don’t remember

Where it was that you were going

Or the place from which you came

Only sure that you’re descending

Forever drifting to the end

© 2012 Ryan Anthony
Photo: “Rain Study 2″ by amandabhslater on Flickr

Essence

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I hope that one day

You will see

That my fountain of thoughts

Starts with

This one idea

It’s my prelude to motion

My preface to effort

As the sum of me assembles

On the obsession

Of this extraordinary thought:

 

I love you

 

And at the most basic composition

Of my perceivable self

When my body disassembles

Into proteins and cells

Still, there is this concept

Drifting in that space

Like a misty,

Irrefutable truth:

 

I love you

 

From where this meditation

Found its conception

I don’t know

Though it seems to have sprung

From the buzz of eternity

The inherent intention of

 

The Lovely

 

And when everything I know

Of my peripheral self

Becomes an unwritten myth

A forgotten hieroglyph will persist

To symbolize that I once existed

With a necessity for you:

 

I love you

 

 

 

© 2012 Ryan Anthony

 

 

 

Photo by Billy Idle on Flickr

Water and Salt

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My tears are flooding oceans

Saturating my cheeks with

Water and salt

 

The wrenching comes in waves

I’m stable for a day

But by the next morning

I’m overwhelmed by the undertow

 

I’ve forgotten how to swim

Or maybe I just believe

That swimming isn’t possible

 

Or maybe I believe

That death is sweeter now

Than my future lading vinegar

Enduring without you

 

 

© 2012 Ryan Anthony
Photo by victoriapeckham on Flickr

Our Love and the Moon

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The moon and its light
Towered above the onset of the night
Trying desperately to make its own sky
Pouring cerulean blue above the horizon
Trying to break through
The tops of the oak trees
To the darkness beneath the foliage
That was dense and overwhelming
But the moonlight was stronger
It perforated leaves
Falling upon us beneath the ample green
With just enough radiance to brighten your skin
Just enough light to see you fade-in
Your smile
Shy and partly held back
Grateful and tender
Your eyes like melting cocoa
Buttery and soft
Gave sweetness to my gaze
I laced your left fingers with the fingers of my right
Tightly joined our hands
Till our palms held a conversation (that we had yet to understand)
Through our skin
We absorbed each other fully
You loved me for my dreams
I loved you for your heart
We talked and we talked
Not in words but in thoughts
Our silence like the warmth
Of that long summer night…

How I wish it overcame
The day and its light

 

 

© 2012 Ryan Anthony

Photo by Paul J Everett on Flickr

Looking Back

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I never thought I would look back

I thought my eyes would stay focused on the coarse path ahead

My legs

They were the motors that drove me forward

Into the distance that was then getting closer

I was so close to moving on

On and on until our past was gone

 

I almost forgot the sensation

Of your quiet laughter on my ears

I almost forgot about the way

My guitar changed your mood

I almost forgot about that day when you said,

Everything that I need is inside of you

 

But I knew I could never forget

I didn’t want to forget that

 

So I stopped moving on

The path became distant

My legs had shut down

I no longer moved forward

But grew roots in the ground

I stood there like a plan

That was easily undermined

And I turned my eyes to see

What I had left so far behind…

 

And I cried

And I cried

And I cried

 

 

© 2012 Ryan Anthony

The Tree That You Got Lost In

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My hand trembles like the branching tree

The one that you got lost in

When you couldn’t remember your name

 

I remember when my fingers

Missed the memory in the mist

It was intangible

It was symbolic

It wasn’t meant to be missed

 

My lips disliked the language back then

Which words did I phrase?

What meanings did I use?

They weren’t meant to run loose

Or excuse

 

My eyes couldn’t perceive their depth

I’m sorry for that decision

I suffered a partial perspective

By virtue of idealized vision

 

But I visualize now

My hand just like the branches

Trembling with the wind

Stemming from the tree that you got lost in

When you couldn’t remember your name

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Ryan Anthony

 

 

 

*Update*

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Wow.

It has been awhile since I’ve posted any new poems. But great news!

I’m compiling everything I’ve written in the last few months (and beyond) and have tons of new poetry to release very soon. I’m doing last-minute revisions, preparing a manuscript for publication, and throwing around ideas for a book cover. I’ll be self-publishing my poetry book so if anyone has any suggestions or advice, I’m all ears. I was considering going with CreateSpace or Lulu. If anyone has published with them before I would love to hear about your experience.

Thanks for all of your help and encouragement!

Ryan Anthony