Are socks
Not better
Worn inside out?
Converse:
Thanks for reading 🙂
Written in essence on the 14th July
It’s better when
The sun is out
Not just warm
But deep dry heat
Holding the air
World feels lighter
Every Continue reading
The following is a reworking of a poem and post that originally appeared in 2018: Continue reading
He’d always dreamed
Of teaching grandchildren
Invaluable life skills
Like never Continue reading
Thanks to Luucy
With the two Us in her name
Dylan was deeply disturbed
To discover over lunch
That iceberg lettuces
Do not Continue reading
My sock drawer
Isn’t so important
As I think Continue reading
How did it . . .
Where did things . . .
How did things get . . . Continue reading
Let us go
Hand in hand
Around halls
Warm in winter
Sheltered in summer
While calling the things Continue reading
It’s possible that:
there’s a lovely day behind those grey clouds;
a shy snout is stifled by the bravado of snarling; Continue reading
Does the purple rain
Put out the purple flame
Or do two meld to one
Opposite yet
One giver of life
The other protector
Harmony
Synchronisation
Swans with bonds
Beyond comprehension
With much love and gratitude to JKS for use of the header image x
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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