Charmed Chaos
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Frigid Twilight
In weathered sheaves of light
before gnarled hands can rest
silver strands flow through as
painful memories come to mind
With each tarnished grey knot
spiteful deeds and dead lovers cry
remorseful tears roll down a lined face
frozen in songs of frigid twilight
Pale ghosts of the past haunt her
tormenting her languid soul
whispering for final retribution
for all transgressions done
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Written for The Sunday Muse #177
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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I love the composition of your poem … though I hope at her age she has been able to forgive herself for past transgressions.
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Yes, so true Helen. Thank you.
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“weathered sheaves of light” “tarnished grey knot” “face frozen in songs of frigid twilight” wonderful atmospheric piece with vivid images. those trips down memory lane can be etched with pain ❤
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Thank you so much Lisa!
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You’re very welcome.
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Those “Pale ghosts of the past haunt her ” do not go away. Even if forgiven they are still remembered.
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Thank you kindly Jim.
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Gorgeous imagery that captures regrets and pain beautifully! A stunning poem Linda!
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Thank you Carrie.
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A wonderful and poignant poem, Linda. Loved it.
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Thank you Sherry.
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“weathered sheaves of light” – oooh! Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Things of the past, we want, forgiveness over, we can’t ever have, because, we can’t, go back in time, to undo what has, already been, done…
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So true. Thank you for stopping by.
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Regret expressed so powerfully. Love this line ‘frozen in songs of frigid twilight’.
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Thank you!
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I can see and feel each braid of life experience. Our hair hold so many memories, so many stories. It’s a tale of love, joy, sorrow, anger, survival, and on and on.
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Thank you Susie!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Love this Linda! “frozen in songs of frigid twilight “
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Thank you!
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