Cotton and Blood

Our friend, Mark S, offers another haiku prompt, “Cotton”.  This guy knows just about Everything, I’m convinced.  If you haven’t visited his blog, you’re missing out!  Click the link to meet him—and learn something!

And now my haiku/senryu:

Cotton blossoms white

Raw pickers’ hands drip scarlet

Blood of servitude


Sharp bolls cut meanly

Back breaking labor, long days

Sing of “Promised Land”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Laughs Exceed Tears (3TC)

Prompt words: amuse, funny, laugh

Next month I turn 70—this poem is partial testimony of what The Almighty God has done in my life by the transforming power of the Holy Spirit.  Color me glad and grateful!

Days without humor

Heart can’t count, too numerous

Now laughs exceed tears

Life, people often amuse

Most, unwittingly funny

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Branch of Greed

Upon branch of greed

Springs leafy fruit, yet worthless

Shoddy soul poisoned

By pride, self-aggrandizement

Pathetic casualty

Consequences due…

Dearth of selflessness

Will work to heart’s detriment

Initial gains lost

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

The Sky Leans (Twiglet 293)

Prompt: The sky leans

The sky leans

This way, that

Eavesdropping on

Conversations below—

Lovers breaking up

Making up…

Children whispering


Goings on at home…

Elderly couple

Shuffles slow, speaks

Of how it used to be

Kids now grown, gone…

Young man mumbles

To himself, wonders

How he lost his way…

A woman babbles

To her toddler, she

Has no one else…

The sky leans

Heart clouds filled

All its seen, heard

Sky leans a little

Closer to Heaven

Angels descend

One by one, then

2, 3, winging down

Messages, miracles

On their way…

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Weekly Smile: Freezer, Friendship, Fun

I don’t think I’ve participated in Trent’s “Weekly Smile” before…but I’m speeding toward the Big 70th b’day, so I can hardly be expected to remember everything!😄

I have lots of blessings to smile about—some weeks they stand out like Day-Glo paint, sometimes I have to look for them…either way, I know blessings abound.

Today I’m smiling because I ordered a small freezer that will fit in my bijou apartment I call the “Upper Room”.  I’m one of those women who shop for bargains, and in quantity…it’s not quite the same as “hoarding”, but close.  It’s problematic when the freezer above the fridge (manufactured with limited space) is fully packed, not room for one ice cube.  The battle begins anew each time I open the door, resulting in an avalanche.  Frozen chicken leaves a serious bruise when it lands on your foot.🙄

The new freezer will arrive the first week of September.  There’s only one concern:  it will reside in the corner where my Christmas tree glowed last year…and there are no more free corners.  But I’m thrilled, nonetheless!

Another smile today comes courtesy of my caregiver.  We have way too much fun, particularly when doing my shopping!  She’s a tremendous asset—I needed a helper, and I got a friend who’s like a sister in the bargain!  God is Good!!  💙Leyde Ryan

Miracles Await

I know how you feel

Those thoughts you’re contemplating

I’ve been there myself

Give courage another chance

Miracles await ahead

If I had quit life

I’d have missed everything good

More wonderful than vast hopes

Live another day

Wake up, breathe, look all around

There’s One who loves you

Who doesn’t make promises

He won’t fulfill…trust God’s love♥

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

The Long Way Home (#FFFC)

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The feud, or “cold war” of silence, had gone on 20 years between Frank and Joe.  There’d been some misremembered affront ages ago…their friendship, communications were as closed as locked bank vault.

How foolish was that, for 2 grown men?  Good heavens, they traveled the same railway line to work and back home each day; and walked literally parallel to each other to and from the depot, without acknowledgement, as if both were invisible.  It was juvenile, crazy, stupid, unkind…and on Joe’s part, un-Christian.

He would have liked reconciliation, but didn’t see how to accomplish it.  They were both proud, stiff-necked (not to mention older, set like cement in their ways)…and much water had passed under proverbial bridge.  But it bothered Joe.

Once upon a time, they and their wives and kids got together for social events sponsored by the company where they worked—as well as at spontaneous summer bar-b-q’s at each other’s homes, and Christmas parties.  The disconnect between Joe’s memories of those convivial years, and now—was a large stone in his chest.

He’d talked with his wife…she supported him, whatever the issue at hand, and wouldn’t influence him one way or another.  It was up to him, whether he had guts enough to offer the hand of peace to Frank.

Well, you know the saying, “God works in mysterious ways”.  Friday evening, teeming with the hardest coldest, dark drenching rain all year, he made a decision.  Aiming his umbrella above him protectively, he kept an eye out for Frank, certain he’d come into view any moment.

To his great puzzlement when he saw him, Frank was hurrying as fast as soaked shoes would allow, holding a soon to be useless newspaper over his head—but striding in the opposite direction from Joe!  Joe wondered if this was a new evasive tactic on Frank’s part, but if so it was an odd maneuver.  No, something was wrong with this picture—Frank was headed away from home, without an umbrella.

Joe knew this was his opportunity—if he pondered too long, he’d miss it.  He turned in Frank’s direction and shouted his name.  Rain pounding loudly, he had to holler several times as he jogged soggily toward his old friend. “Frank!!  Stop!!”

Finally hearing his name Frank turned slightly, saw Joe and paused for him to approach…(frowning into the rain, possibly at Joe).

Joe stood close so his umbrella would offer Frank belated shelter.  “What’s going on?  You’re not headed home?”  It was then he saw Frank was weeping copiously, unable to reply—tears mingling with the downpour.

“Come on, Buddy,” he said, his hand on Frank’s arm to turn him around.  “I’ll get us a taxi…there’s a payphone ahead.  Whatever’s got you all wrought up—you can tell me…we’ll figure it out…the way we used to.”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.