The Ruins of Last Night (A Poem)

Spring is wrestling the ruins of last night,
The rain and thunder of yesterday,
a late day torrent of terrestrial tears,
now alive with clouds and breeze,
the diminished sun has gone away,
hidden in the corner and remaining unseen.

–Richard Bryant


Insoluble Words (A Poem)

Insoluble words,
Unable to dissolve,
Lingering as
Well-worn permafrost.
Ready to be re-spoke here,
And re-said there,
Until one day,
Meaning becomes meaningless,
Because we’ve heard it all before.

–Richard Bryant