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.

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.