Victor and Vivienne

This week our letter is “V”.  Click the link above to learn more and join in.  I’ve used our talented host’s drawing and her 5 prompt words:  vast, vigor, vocalize, Vicuna and Vanuatu. 

Additionally, I’ve combined several other prompts including Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt (“opera”—95-words, I counted them by hand😊).  Links are at the end.

At least annually

Victor and Vivienne

Had the same disagreement

Where to go on holiday…

Vivienne repeated her

Longed-for choice:


Rolling eyes heavenward

Victor began to vocalize his

Typical lament with vigor


“It’s a volcanic island…”

“Where’s your sense

Of romance?  Passion

Is enhanced when there’s

A bit of danger,” Vivienne

Countered, with her

Come-hither smile.

“Viv, the world is a vast

Venue for adventure—

Romance can be had anywhere.”

“But I ‘vant’ Vanuatu.”

“Okay—it’s gonna cost you”, he paused…

“The painting we saw at the museum

Last month—of the Vicuna.”

©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 Long Way Home (#FFFC)

I’m doing a “triple-fandango” (not a figure skating jump)…check out the host’s links below the image, and join us!

Image is unattributed ~


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.

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.

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.

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.