Mosquito Hell

I left mosquitos

Behind me (Minnesota)

And never looked back…

Bites weren’t the worst, we had pink

Calamine lotion for itch

But ‘mid toss-turning

Sweated-sheets…whine in ears was

Hell’s buzz-saw torment

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Celebrating Send-Off

Answering the call for 2 prompts ~ click the links for more information, and to participate:

Photo credit:

She bid the world and all its vicissitudes farewell, with one last gesture—from heart’s generous buffet, she fed her friends who’d arrived to celebrate her send-off.

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Stutter-Stepping Heart (2011)

This prompt from Oloriel at MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie grabbed me.  I knew immediately which of my poems, from 2011, I would share with readers who didn’t know me at my very first blog.  Click the link above to join in!

Stutter-Stepping Heart

Sometimes, the wind chimes
Play memory-songs of your
Blue-steel eyes on me.
I’m without rhythm, lyrics–
Dancing mute, stutter-stepping.

©Leslie Rene, 2011 ~ All rights reserved.

Merely A Shadow

I really like Debi’s poem–particularly the ending which shows such wisdom!

Autumn of the Soul

Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash

mindlovemiserysmenagerie Photo Challenge #426

You are a shadow
no longer real
dark and mute
flat and weightless
in the sun
dogging my steps
like a stubborn mutt
once you were everything
now you are… not nothing,
but just a foot note,
parenthetical information,
not really pertinent to
the rest of the story.

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Summer Lakes, The Dock (WQW)

I’m pleased to be back here with Marsha and WQW!  The concept of adding quotations (or songs) to whatever art we share thrills my English Major heart…and allows me to browse Bartlett’s Quotations at rich leisure.

Now before everyone thinks I’ve lost my mind entirely due to heatstroke, I’m gonna tell y’all why I chose the song I’ve included.

  1. Don’t blink, you’ll miss it—this song uses the word “lake” only one time…at the beginning.  I’d have preferred some repetition of it, but we don’t get everything we want in life.
  2. With most of the world languishing in the intense, uninvited, unappreciated HEAT—I thought a winter song full of snow might cool us down a bit (if you play it over and over, focused on the exquisite video).
  3. Lastly, I like Sarah McLachlan very much.  It’s a winter/Christmas song, and mournful, but I like that too.  (I’m itching to start decorating for the holidays!)  Her song follows my poem.


We were younger then

Close sisters…closer than now

Summers were the lakes

Wherever family traveled…

Single sparkling memory:

Us sitting on dock

Together, dangling our feet

Away from others—

Otis Redding’s song was big

We began singing lyrics:

“I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time”*

It didn’t matter

That our dock was lakeside, and

Otis had the bay…

We had space to be happy

Silly…floating young girls dreams…

We were clueless…for

Time, Life would leave us estranged…

Blissful ignorance

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

*Songwriters: Otis Redding / Steve Cropper
(Sittin’ On) the Dock of the Bay lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Risen with Bright Clouds

We of Underneath

Have risen with bright clouds, Hope

Past is crucified

We walk-out faith, grace-covered

Shimmering with Heaven’s Light

No more soul’s brooding

Every step regret-obsessed

The Cross reminds us

Christ took sin’s pained burden, paid

Price we could never afford

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.


It was too crucial

Decades ago, to be dazzling

Beauty was key that opened

The best doors

Or so I believed…

Good looks had power

To take you places

Career advancement

VIP events

Parties, friends… Love

The World’s values

Are deceitful



“Dazzling” was a pit

I fell into

And nearly died

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.