Meeting the Bar (dVerse poets) Ghost-Love

(author’s image)

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.

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.

By the End of It…

By the end of it

She had no preferences

No choices or tastes

Left to her by he who ruled

Nightmare she’d walked right into…

His chain of linked lies

Had once sounded credulous

When she believed in

Romantic songs, fairy myths

Before years replete with tears…

Now nothing was left

Tears, dried water spots on glass

Time and miles mingling

Blurred, yet sharp-shard memories

Fake-gem fragments…not diamonds

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.  Prompt words: preference, choice, taste

A Confidential File (3TC)

Prompt words:  Private, Personal, Confidential

Everything with you

Was private, personal, a

“Confidential” file…

Were you afraid, proud…simply

Too mean to let me in, Mom?

I was not an outsider…

You welded firm division

Between us together

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

3 Years I Can’t Get Back

Just because lust, love

Both begin with letter “L”

They’re not equal, same

Heart showed paltry reluctance

Flames rose in devil’s fireplace

Faulty myth, Romance

Like menu entrée’s spiced dish

Tricky enigma

Passion hinders intellect…

Married with no quaint advice

Nor sure approval

Small audience wore blank looks—

We catapulted

Into uncharted letdown

No scintillating evenings

Your rage, my mute fear

Intimacy absent love

Our sole connection—

You did everything you could

To scare me into leaving

Why were you surprised

When you finally succeeded…

I squandered 3 years

On dream without substance, let

You deceive, thieve who I was

Should have read Bible…

I didn’t know my value

Threw pearls before swine

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

“Do not throw your pearls before pigs, for they will trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.” Mathew 7:6, Amplified Bible

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

Wrap Me In Dream (Quadrille)

My quadrille for the d’Verse challenge, in which the prompt word is WRAP.

Wrap me in sultry palms swaying

I’ll wear hibiscus lei…nothing more

You’ll be salt-tang breeze

Coming off waves, scent

Echoing sun on sand, heat

Of Somewhere-Fire’s embers


Wrap me in dream that doesn’t end

With your refusal to open door

To me—

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.