Poems from ryannk
Cradle my heart.
Wrap it in swaddling cloth
And gently hold it close.
Sing to my soul.
Let your voice caress me
And your words heal my...
Dear Dollar Dahlia,
My childhood was spent in your bloom.
I plucked your purples and pinks
Reds and oranges and yellows
For my mother and...
Calm, my thoughts.
Be still, my pounding heart.
Dry, my tears.
We cannot help but part.
Steady, my hands.
Be strong, my soul.
Breathe, my...
I watch from inside as the afternoon breeze flows through
The lush green leaves of the overhanging trees out front
I hear from my desk the...
I want to reach up and touch the tip
Of the tallest tree on the tallest hill
And maybe then I'll get a look
At all the world and have my...