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Ryan Pearson

Ryan Pearson

Desire of a vestigial heart

A stone for a head
A dauntingly fragile nose
Sudden convulsions
To lay my head down in peace
My vestigial heart begs

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Another tanka focusing on my minor cold symptoms. I know I probably shouldn't be over-dramatic about things like that but it's still fun to write about in my opinion.

#Heart #Heart #Ill #Illness #PeaceSick #Stone #Tanka #VestigialVestigial

Other works by Ryan Pearson...
(*insert generic love poem title here*)

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Land of mud and ice

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Fall (1)

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Heart Beat

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
My White Cloak

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Echo Cocoon

Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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Blue fear

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
A little blue bird of life

The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
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Fall (2)

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
My Grandfather's Last Dream

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Falling

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Seattle Rain

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Little black box

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
Capital forest

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Parallel Intent

Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
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