Author: Rick Ryckman
Living in a world of broken dreams.
Tortured agonies are riding a pale horse beneath the falling snow.
Time is frozen and blurred in the darkness.
Trying to flee into the bleeding rain.
The passageway has slipped away.
Invisible phantoms bind and imprison my soul.
Across the silence the reaper comes ringing his wind chimes.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Catyrose (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, December 9 2006, 08:42 pm|
Liked your choice of words. And the inclusion of the elements was a very effective way to describe feelings/emotions. But I hope this is fiction!
|Rick Ryckman (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, December 10 2006, 03:59 pm|
I wish I had the time to explain fully.
But as you know into each life a little rain must fall.
Thank you for your feedback.
It is oh so greatfully appreciated!
|MC (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, December 28 2006, 06:26 pm|
Your poems are filled with a descriptive darkness that seeks escape. I am always fascinated by your choices of word play. Good job here.
|Terrie* (126.96.36.199) -- Sunday, December 31 2006, 05:20 am|
this is truelly amazin',
i felt this to the core..
i'm sure many cain understand the depth of it's touch
still...it left me speechless for the right words...thank you for sharin'..
|Rickman Ryckman (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, January 3 2007, 02:33 am|
No matter the legacy left behind.
I have lived and died on a journey of my tortures.
I can hear the wind chimes echo from the hourglass of time.
Leading the orchestra ----
the reaper sings a sad song that won't go wrong.
Your analogy of the lines written are so true.
I hope you will continue to read and enjoy what I write.
Thank you for the complement.
|Rick Ryckman (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, January 3 2007, 05:09 am|
Your feedback just stopped me in my tracks!
I am glad that it touched you to the very essence of your core.
I do not know if many can relate to the depths of my words.
[ For they have not conveyed their opinions. ]
But if their is only one besides myself.
The triumph was victoriously won.
I am glad you were not speechless ----
for the right words.
Let me say ---- your Very Welcome!
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