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 Sep 2022 ryn
shatteredpoet
creation
 Sep 2022 ryn
shatteredpoet
once upon a time
the universe ached for you
it longed for your soul to be formed
so in response
the oceans and stars collided

and when the waves settled
and the stars aligned
you were created
molded from the salt of the seas
and the stardust from the sky
~remember, you have the strength of the ocean
and the power of the stars within you.
 Sep 2022 ryn
jerely
Like a shadow that follows
The light that flows
In a sea of beauty and despair
To hold
In a city of cherry blossoms,
as sweet as serendipity blues
I found in you.
Aug 10,2022
@jerelii
Copyright
 Sep 2022 ryn
jerely
Write (haiku)
 Sep 2022 ryn
jerely
From thy heart that speak
Untangled strings of thoughts may
Dreams and hope be free
 Sep 2022 ryn
Glenn Currier
All the wax spent
flame went
wick yet glowing
as if to whimper
I don’t want to die.
 Sep 2022 ryn
ymmiJ
Good Ol' Days
 Sep 2022 ryn
ymmiJ
that was a long time ago
back in the good old days
before we had slipped so
before the rot and decay
life before the undertow
swept humanity away

now adrift alone
seeking answers long untold
we slowly sink below
 Sep 2022 ryn
Glenn Currier
I thought she was on her way out
at an age cats usually die.
But still she jumps up on our laps
sleeps there knowing she’s loved,
still finicky, she eats
and when hungry she speaks.
The honeybees and hummingbirds
are out enjoying our sage blossoms.
Life all around defying expectations
of fall’s slow drying on the way to winter's dying.
 Sep 2022 ryn
South-by-Southwest
When I was young
I was as wild as ****

A Goldenrod intrusively
A ragweed in desires

Wherever I went
I left discontent

The soil was sandy
The soul's roots lacking

I was tumbleweed tuff
Twisted as mesquite

Learned about thirst
How to take the heat

Unattached to the land
Bowing to the wind

scattering of the seeds
I was left to fend
 Sep 2022 ryn
irinia
neon birds above
plastic souls beneath
I have no choice
but to feed my soul
with the secret of trees

I still dream
in the skin of the rain
I write with my eyes
poems of touch

This summer I chased
perseids
again
I tried to forget all about
this age of anxiety,
or about the eyes with no echo

For a moment I let reality crash
like cloud castles
and
neon birds spring above
my tired city
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