Meeting the Bar (dVerse poets) Ghost-Love

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This is one fabulous prompt hosted by Laura Bloomsbury!  I won’t copy all the instructions—you can click the link above and get the whole enchilada. 

In brief, you choose one option of the poetry lines given by the host, and write a poem wherein every word of that line becomes the first word of each successive line in your poem.  Your lines must follow the order of the chosen prompt line.  (Although the host indicated a preference for at least 2 stanzas…I felt my poem only needed one.)

This is the line I chose, by Michael Drayton…with poem to follow:

“Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part”


Since delusion could serve me no more

There’s reality’s burden to contend with (stones/ashes)

No reciprocation of love…innocent, undemanding; and

Help was unhelpful, bramble’d path heart endlessly walked…

Come away with me anyway, you’re now ghost unfettered

Let us meet on equal realm…and finally, let

Us embrace, be a-whirl ‘mid deferred passion…

Kiss the breath I breathe while restless sleeping

And whisper words withheld sore-long…my Love

Part from me not, nor ever again!

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Fog Tonight

Oooh, I’m ready for “fog”—-literal, and poetry.  Mark is our super-knowledgeable friend for seasons of the year, and seasons in poetry…and pretty much Anything, so click his link, visit his blog and be inspired!

Bay Bridge and Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco in fog-Photo Credit: Brocken Inaglory

Fog is thick heavy

Tonight you’re weight on my heart

Cannot be banished

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Aunt Umbrella Bird (letter-a-week-u)

We’ve arrived at the Letter “U”!  Click the link for more info, and join in—it’s not too late!  I’m using the author’s wonderful drawing, and her 5 prompt words:  Umbrella Bird, unnerve, unadorned, uncomfortable, universe

Aunt Umbrella Bird

Was the only person in

The universe I felt safe with…

When I was 3, very shy, she’d

Visit…her first question was

“Who loves you?”

I’d pause, then: “Umm…brella”

Her legal name: Bella Bird, but

“Aunt Umbrella Bird” stuck…

She claimed I was her favorite niece

I’m her only niece, and was over

The moon about her—she was funny

Kind, plain-spoken, usually unadorned

Unless we were being wild & crazy—

Never uncomfortable acting silly

She said she was 16, just looked

Older…and shrugged as though it was

The gospel truth—

When I’d confess horrible things

She wasn’t unnerved…my

Confidante, she honored my feelings…

As I turned 14 and spilled my

Latest sin, she hugged me, said

“Everybody hates their parents

Sometimes—it’s normal!”

My folks split up, good thing…

I lived with “Aunt U-B” till I

Finished school…we had

The BEST times…I almost

Believed she really was a



“Let’s go for a walk,” she

Said one Saturday

“It’s raining,” I noted

“So? I’ll be your umbrella”

She owned a humongous

Purple-paisley one…when I

Glimpsed our reflection in a

Shop window, I thought we

Looked like the cover of a

Fabulous book! 

I exclaimed this, and she urged:

“Then, get busy writing that

Nobel Prize winner!”

She believed I could do anything

Because she held the same

Opinion about herself…and

After all, we shared the genes—

We walked to our preferred

Little bakery and sat at a small

Table with our chocolate eclairs

She said she had something

Important to tell me…

I was relishing the treat

Barely listening…till her

Words pierced me…

I set my pastry down, suddenly

Queasy—she took my hand

“Now listen to me…we are Not going

To stop living and having a blast

Just because I may be dying…

We’ve always been honest

And open together, ‘Bella Jr’…


Her announcement slammed hard

But she would deal with it

As though it was another

Shared adventure—

When she lost her hair, she

Managed to find a hat fashioned

Like a child-size umbrella

And perched it on her head

“How d’ya like it?  Perfect?!”

I had to laugh…anyone else would look

Ridiculous, she wore it with saucy aplomb—

I hadn’t realized she was fairly wealthy until

She informed me I didn’t need to work…

We’ll be too busy, she said:

I would write, she decided

She’d paint illustrations…

I had no clue for a story…she

Had faith my imagination waited

Only for my fingers to move

Over the keyboard—


That spectacular adventure

Lasted 4 months…I hadn’t known

She was an artistnor that there truly

Was a writer inside me…

Ever entertaining, she’d wear

Costumes each day, something to match

The umbrella hat, or clash garishly—

I cooked…until her appetite waned

Soon fatigue set in as well

The last thing she asked was

“Who loves you?”

Struggling, I answered

“Aunt Umbrella Bird”

“Don’t you forget it,” she

Whispered, and went to sleep.


Grief struck deep…she was

Everything to me…but before

Long I sensed she hadn’t gone…

Her BIG presence was palpable

In the house she’d left to me…


Her paintings were shipped with

My manuscript, to the publisher

Who’d mysteriously appeared…

We were a success, had been

Since I was born


I wear her umbrella hat…☂

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Yesterday’s Embers

Summer’s intense heat

Perhaps it might rekindle

Yesterday’s embers

She languished ‘mid memories

His face in twilight hour…Then

Reminded herself

He was truly her gone-love

Ever debonair…

Strange mystery, growing old

How it contradicts the heart…

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.


To think that they

Were blind and lost

Lame of heart, mind

But all by Holy Spirit


Brethren devote

Their meager lives

To quiet zeal, good

Works of repentance

They would not gore

Another’s soul with harsh

Religious words

For they were once

By sin undone, but have

Tasted mercy, grace…

Now walk by Faith

Reflect the Lord’s

Example… Love is

God’s commandment

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

“This [is what] I command you: that you love and unselfishly seek the best for one another.” John 15:17, Amplified Bible

If I Ruled For A Day…

It’s fiction, but

Novel idea no less

To cancel World’s

Disasters for all time…

Get to root

Of pervasive greed


Tendency of zeal

To birth violence…

Hunger, poverty

Children on the streets

Drug ‘highs’ that kill

Broken families

Divisiveness which

Foments crime

Prevents unity…

Powerless and

Worthless idols…

Once these are

Nipped in bud, I’ll

Mandate classes on

Kindness, gratitude

Respect, encouragement

How to appreciate

Simple everyday

Wonders around us

And in each other…

How to use our vast

Imagination for good…

Only a day

To rule the World

Not sure my

Personality suits

The position…

I’m mere praying poet

Some days fair writer…

But if it were just one day

I’d make best effort

To rule with heart

Speckled, imperfect

It’s a start 💙

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

A Voice That Sings… (dverse-prosery-monday)

To Lisa, at dVerse:  This is my first ever attempt at writing prosery, so I hope to heck I’ve got it half-right.😉

Lisa is hosting Monday Prosery adventure. Today’s prompt line is from Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr—and instructions for writing prosery follow quote:

Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:
–by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus

Instructions:  Prosery can be flash-fiction or creative non-fiction; cannot exceed 144 words in total (sans title); must not be poetry (no versification, line breaks, meter, etc); and must include the given poetry line, word for word, within the prose.


Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:  it is the siren song of my love, ever calling me from this misted life to be joined within myth’s exquisite swirl…no thought for tomorrow, tasks at hand, only companionable exchanges and reflections there.  How long have we waited…I’ve forgotten; but I see blue eyes from depth afar…and I doubt I can abide here anymore.

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Toucan Souvenir (a-letter-a week-t)

We’re at Letter T…click the link above for more info and join in!  I’ve used the host-author’s drawing and her 5 prompt words:  Tropics, Thrill, Tactical, Tempt, Toucan

A tactical decision

Waiting till he’d been retired

For years before writing to him

Thinking his fan mail would

Have diminished…increasing

Her chance of a reply

How thrilled she been, a child

He, handsome cowboy star…


Married, divorced, disillusioned, but

Her love for hero never waned…


Receiving brief cordial

Response she was tempted

To empty bank account

Board a plane, meet him

She knew he lived in

Eden-like tropics with wife

Of many decades


The trip was doomed…his city

Was hot, humid, crowded with

Tourists… she was irrational

Imagining he’d actually see her…


She wept entire flight home

Had counted on him being

The image heart clutched…

Would it have been so

Inappropriate to enjoy

A short conversation?

In truth, she’d hoped for

A replacement father…


But hero spoke

Through closed door

Pretending to be the butler…


Now she sat in shadowed room

A world far from his paradise…

He’d written second letter

Words lacking coherence

It lay in drawer with toucan

Pin, souvenir of fated journey…

The media announced

He’d died…likely suffered

Dementia a long time…

Some dreams are best

Kept locked in heart


©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.