Water ~ Element (dverse poets)


Prompt:  to pick an element and write a poem inspired by it. 

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Craving water cool and trickling

Fall free, fountain, deliver me

Fiery heat, summer nausea

Let me gulp, swallow, refreshed be…

Mind’s eye sees waterfall cascading

Like bridal veil or hard rain teeming

Swirly rivulets on windowpane

Rivers running clear, cold, swift

Simple cup… I won’t let drop drip

Perhaps will spill on fevered skin

Stinging-hot with syrupy sweat…

Brain near fried, hallucinates

Great storm clouds tearing open

To restore this Summer’s theft

And I… I sit crouched over

Puddle (that is not real)

Hoard small palmful

Of tepid drink poured

From fine crystal goblet

Shimmering so near…

For, surely half-crazed now

I squint at oasis, rippling mirage

‘Mid horizon’s orange flame

Recall song ’bout a wishing well—

Lord, carry me to the well

That won’t ever run dry:

You are Living Water

The Fountain of Life

And River of Delights♥

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

“They shall be inebriated with the plenty of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the torrent of thy pleasure.  For with thee is the fountain of life; and in thy light we shall see light.”  Psalm 36:8-9, Douay-Rheims Bible

“How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! They drink their fill of the abundance of Your house; And You allow them to drink from the river of Your delights.  For with You is the fountain of life [the fountain of life-giving water]”  Psalm 36:7-9, Amplified Bible

” Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me and drink.” John 7:37, New Internat’l Version

Jesus replied to them, “… The one who…believes in Me [as Savior] will never be thirsty…” John 6:35, AMP

Ice-Crusted Snow (Twiglet 290)


Heatwave’s held me captive

In chronic fit of pique…

I’m quickly turning calendar

White flurries in December

Fantasizing, yearning for

Breath-chilled shivering

Crystal brilliance…winter’s

Bright ice-crusted snow

Fill bowls full with it, no

Flavored syrup tropical

Pure unadorned, tongue-lips-

Numbing, cold ice-crusted snow

Seal me well inside it like

Holiday gift-mas globe

Preserved as naïve gleeful youth

Sparkled dancer whirling

©Leyde Ryan,  2022 ~ All rights reserved.


Automatic (Honest) Response


My automatic response to this brutal heatwave is to whine, accompanied by severe (unwanted) irritability/crankiness.  (It’s 91.6 degrees INSIDE at 6pm.)

After I regain my senses, however temporarily, I think with compassion on all who are suffering much worse than myself, and pray for them…

After all, I have The Good and Loving God who sustains me.💙

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Some Days…


(“Life-y”, word used by one of my caregivers🙂)

Some days I’d like to

Defenestrate* myself, yes

Life gets too “life-y”

This heatwave’s on my last nerve

But no cool pool’s ‘neath window

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

*Definition: Throwing a person or thing out of a window.

Waiting For Dark

Waiting for Dark, night’s

Slender hope of cooler air

Disappointing hoax

Sun’s glare won’t concede defeat

Wee hours hold blistering stare

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.



This Is Crazy (for d’Verse)


Change is Brewing as we

Imagine Whirled Peace 

And fret about another

Economic Crunch

This is Crazy

Amid brutal heatwave I’m

Half-Baked, brain turned

To Wavy Gravy

Useless fans blow hot air

Muse has melted, thus

Sweaty writing trickles

Down…at best, just fair

But I’ve one solution

Just a little sugar

Late Night Snack:

Tall pineapple slushy…

Having chilled, I reckon

Muse will be back😉

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.