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 Feb 23 ryn
nivek
a word travels
its journey never ending

until it ends in love
its then truly eternal
 Feb 23 ryn
Traveler
Shall you hold me accountable
For the weather too **** cold
The dying children suffering
And all the war torn souls

Shall you bow down to me
On broken stones of law
All those chosen by me
All others shall be lost

Shall you gather onto me
In humility as you cower
I shall surely comfort you
As the war machines devours
...
Please pray for world peace πŸ™
Traveler Tim
 Feb 23 ryn
Unpolished Ink
Early morning fingers
clutching at the sill
as I lay quiet, warm and still
half awake yet wrapped in night
not ready for the coming light
which filters softly through the blind
to **** my peaceful state of mind
 Feb 23 ryn
Reimers
Mood
 Feb 23 ryn
Reimers
It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you
 Feb 23 ryn
Reimers
Mood
 Feb 23 ryn
Reimers
It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you
In the valley of the Apricotted Sunrise
The black mountains with their jagged cliffs
Rise up each day to block it - and fail totally.
No mountain can hold back the dawn.

Seeping across the Eastern sky
Like an oncoming ocean tide
What was black and cobalt blue
Finally gives up the fight
And turns the color of a peach.
A delicious Arizona morning.
        ljm
Bullhead City, Arizona is just a short hop over the bridge on the Colorado. They get to share the same wonderful sunrises I do, but not from my vantage point on our little hillside.
 Jan 27 ryn
vircapio gale
sundogs past the vale --
late Spring's changing wind atop
the same, sturdy tent


bald mountain rains--
the worms retreat
with every step



'

sunset river-bat~
i stand deaf on the loud shore,
with star and crescent moon


'

Spring-summer fronts ~
tornado siren, trains;
owls on the edge


the French Broad's roar
doesn't drown the bass across--
campsites decay

pristine pristineness~
comparing filth with (to less) filth,
unnatural taste

'
individual--
tree, then mycelial port,
ants, woodpecker feast.
earth, life, openness;
a walking-staff's thud.

~


water's tone
over three leaves~
a steady stream



~

mountain spring of Spring--
a higher note is struck
in flowing free

shady water source--
salamander audience
of fullness' ease

mountain nooks in bloom--
univied cradles pause,
contact deeper breath

~

almost summer--
a level ridge
stretches our backs

~
growls in the Spring dark--
a large rodent returns home
to unwelcome guests.



Spring lushness--
mountain sunrays glide north
as we climb




woodpecker echoes ~
the empty forest vibrates
my growing hunger


~

please feel free to form a tanka with any of these starting verses. perhaps renga will follow
I want to be your playmate
Dancing on the bubbles of our joy.
I want to be your everything
Providing all you need and more.

        I want to be your hiding place
        When storms of life surround you.
        I want to be the face you see
        When you wake up forever.

                 I want to be a steady beam
                 To light the ways we travel.
                 I want to be part of your life
                 As long as God will let me
                              ljm
Written in 2006 and lost in the clutter.
 Jan 27 ryn
Notepad
Pride
 Jan 27 ryn
Notepad
I gave you all of me
Till my knees turn blue
I beg to see the beauty
And all you see is you
Promises kept breaking
I knew we were losing
Bleeding from the shards of hope
Enduring every step I was taking
I choose you more
Cause there was no one else waiting
You brought me to life
But took it all back
All you see is you
In the beauty of silence
It just proves it true
Its hard to sleep and harder to wake up now
Warmth of the candle
Softly grows
Flickering its flame
Softly glows
Tender hearts
To defrost
Slow
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