Buried Deep, the Sea

https://ladyjabberwocky.com/2022/08/22/prompt-of-the-week-somewhere-beyond-the-sea-2/

Buried deep within

Me, the Sea moves, has seasons

Some all in one day

Moody as heart’s history

Careless of soul’s mystery

Its blue changes hue

 ‘Gainst mildest tide, hurls passion

Then brooding, retreats

Vengeful killer one minute

Healing balm another day

Kindles madness…yet

Draws me back like first lover

Salt waves swallow tears

Mingled with late father’s blood

His laughter singing chantey

“Oh, the Doralea, she was quite a dame…

Take me home now, lady…”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Toucan Souvenir (a-letter-a week-t)

https://nopenotpam.com/2022/08/14/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

Pristine…

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Stillness In Goodbyes

https://brianvos.com/2022/08/08/time-for-stillness-my-weekly-poem/

Click link above for more about Brian Vos.

There’s a stillness in

Goodbyes, pause of reflection

Brief or lingering

Before grief or gratitude

Take stage…tears, perhaps embrace

Breaths catch, hearts stutter

Wordless wondering “what’s next”

Tomorrow slip-slides ‘mid Past

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Why Couldn’t You Love Me?

(heart, author’s collection)

~~♥~~

In the purlieu of her heart

From child’s first glimpse until

Last, her mother was a rebus—

Prideful woman, never frowzy

Yet her features created

Coded pictures which sent

Messages seemingly mixed

Intentionally unclear, obviously cruel

 (Italicized critical humiliation, disgust)

Beginning with precisely defined

Eyebrows that might signal

Disbelief, censure, mocking

Contempt, derision…

And steel-blue eyes, winter ice

Conveying phrase, “looks could kill”

Strained control of nerve-snapping

Narrow-eyed glint’s silent screech

“I wish you’d never been born”—

Her nostrils flared frequently

Anger, superiority unequivocal…

Lips, once alluring, transformed

Into lipstick’d thin tight line, bitter

Outrage at curves life had thrown…

This puzzle, “mother”

Never solved by daughter

Who had most needed her

Love, close attention…

Lost, frightened, the girl

Would hazard glance, holding

Breath, fearful of speaking

And try to fit pieces of curt

Syllables…assorted spoken

Unspoken, half-spoken words…

She saw chiseled in stony face—

Which, grimacing, had pushed her

Out of the womb, as far away

As she could without risking

Allegations of abandonment—

How in Heaven or Hell could

Such a portrait emerge that

Wouldn’t cripple child who

Even at the end, phoned her

Mom at nine each morning

When she knew the woman

Would be having coffee, toast

While tolerating clingy loyalty

Of such calls which begged

Beneath polite chatter, for

Connection withheld all her life…

Nearing 70, child’s mute tears ask: 

“Why couldn’t you love me?”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Rebus–A puzzle where you decode a message consisting of pictures representing syllables and words

Perlieu–An outer adjacent area of any place

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/07/27/your-daily-word-prompt-rebus-ydwordprompt-july-27-2022/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/07/21/your-daily-word-prompt-purlieu-ydwordprompt-july-21-2022/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/07/25/your-daily-word-prompt-frowzy-ydwordprompt-july-25-2022/