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 Jul 2023 ryn
Grace
river haiku
 Jul 2023 ryn
Grace
the river floods high
when past feelings resurface
and they flow, then go
feelings are resolute and fleeting - we must dip our hands in the current and then let them go on
 Jul 2023 ryn
Anais Vionet
I'm standing close by a river of rhyme,
where words cascade, in endless pantomime,
each line is a ripple, on the rugose water's crest,
but the chaotic current seems a randomized mess.

I see waves of words riding swells of sonnet,
into concrete verse, only to crash upon it.
There are dark plaintive whirlpools of elegy
and swirling haikus kissing off sharp envoi.

This river of rhyme could wash me away,
with its desperate currents of poetic dismay.
Its sensual verses can become a toxic wine,
oh, God, don’t let me drown in the river of rhyme.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Plaintive: full of sorrow and suffering
 Jul 2023 ryn
Christopher Paul
Her hand gently grazes mine
As she leans her head close
And she looks at me
Our eyes meet  
Its okay
I already know what you're going to say
I love you too
I read it
On her lips
Before she smiles
And lays her head
On my chest

This is where I belong.
 Jul 2023 ryn
Mystic Ink Plus
At times
I wonder

You are emotions
Feeling everything

Everything
Worth knowing

At a time
And all the times

I want you
To know

Mirror
Of my soul
 Jul 2023 ryn
Leo Janowick
Writer
 Jul 2023 ryn
Leo Janowick
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................
 Jul 2023 ryn
Seema
The stars shine bright
When the night is clear
Just like your smile
The warmth, I feel so near
Crackling of burning wood
The scent so sublime
Into the lone nights
Passing along is my time
Halt, the hour for awhile
This moment I truely relish
Upon, once in my dream
I feared the counter
Of what, seemed hellish
Cold skies sprinkle the dews
It feels more like a blessing
Of an invisible hand
Touching my head without cursing
I tell myself, not to worry
There are quite storms ahead
That shakes a silent dome
Quiver, and the heart scared
Counting the stars
I left out the crescent moon
A tear drop on my cheek
The night had passed, so soon
A bleak of ray traced the sky
Welcoming another new day
Collecting my broken pieces
I just wish, I could fly away...


©Seema Sen, 2021
 Jul 2023 ryn
Stevie Ray
A path of thorny roses
carved itself unto my skin.
I see her struggle,
her thirst and
desire for sunlight.

A petal falls
and blood trickles down my leg.

She fears that she will wither
before she opens up to bloom.

I gently caress the petal of the rose and whisper
is my pain of no concern to you?
My blood will not quench your thirst for sunlight.

Yet despite that she's nestling deeper
thorns buried
and aching
out of some form of misplaced necessity and desperation.

A desire to live, a desire to grow, a desire to blossom.

By the roots, I rip her out.

I am no means for her survival.
Nor am I afraid of pain.
 Jul 2023 ryn
Stevie Ray
Final Form
 Jul 2023 ryn
Stevie Ray
It's different now.
Depression is an illusion.

It's a place of transmutation.
It's a place of evolution.

It's a place of power.
A place where violent forces
serve the purpose of self transcendence.

So is this going to be

My Final Form?
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