Charmed Chaos
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Dreams of the Dellawisps
In my nightly dreams,
I walk in a moonlit garden
drawn to where the Dellawisps sing
there, under the cloying crush
of pink Brugmansia’s honey scent.
Drenched in dappling shadows and heart shaped leaves,
I walk on a watercolor sky, soft with a light that ever shines
with ice blue stars and a pink hued moon and then I close my eyes.
The tiny turquoise birds croon to my wearied heart
as if they know I fathom their mournful song
for they are the dellawisps from a gentler time
when the world was soft, was calm
where older souls with tender hearts
could thrive in the truth of pure love.
© Linda Lee Lyberg, May 2025
Author’s Note: I am reading a book right now called Other Birds, by Sarah Addison Allen. Dellawisps are not a real bird, but I am so captivated by them.Many thanks to the Author for the inspiration. It is an enchanting book.
Written for Shay’s Word Garden Word List
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The Summer of Dying Trees
After a summer of dying trees-
parched leaves littered around,
barren skeletons break the brilliant azure sky
Autumn slinks in with a mournful sigh
and the world holds its breath
chanting why, why, why
while democracy as we know it,
takes its last exhausted breath
and dies.
© Linda Lee Lyberg November 10, 2024
Photo by Dan Smedley on Unsplash
Author’s Note: It’s been a long time since I wrote a poem. Our summer has been so long and brutal, there are trees dying all over our neighborhood. No amount of water was enough.
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The Gift
Image by Sergio Cerrato – Italia from Pixabay
“Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.”
― David Richo
Some days are better than others and I often wonder why
yesterday was agony and today- barely a sigh
And when relief from this darkness arrives
I ‘m grateful I’m here and still alive
To experience these intense lows and highs
For without the lows that happen in life
and along with them the inevitable strife
How would I recognize joy when it comes
cloaked in the shadow of pain’s disguise?
©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg
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 26 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
Author’s Note: I am hosting OLN tonight at dVerse Poet’s Pub– Come join us!
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Haibun: Late Spring
In My Garden- Mesa, AZ
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
― Pablo Neruda
Late spring is the time of year in Arizona when days are getting longer and the evening light is stunning. The sky changes from soft hues of turquoise and pink to brilliant shades of red and yellow. Some evenings, it looks as if the distant horizon is on fire.
With a glass of wine to sip, we sit on our back patio and watch the light show unfold. Moments such as this are when I am in awe of nature’s power and all the miracles surrounding me if I only look.
by nature’s design-
crepe paper poppy petals
flutters in the breeze
©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg
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 26 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
Author’s Note: I am hosting a dVerse today, where the prompt is to write a haibun pertaining to late spring. The pub opens at 3PM EST- Come join us!
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#Haiku: Wild Daisies
desert rain drenched
knee-high african daisies-
dropping next year’s seed
©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I am hosting at dVerse for Open Link Night- Come join us!
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 26 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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#Haiku: Spring
“You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free.”- Tom Petty, Wildflowers
a perfect spring day
pulling fading wildflowers-
wind blowing my hat
©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg
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 26 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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Anemoia
“My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all…All my heart has ever wanted is you.”
― Stephanie Laurens, The Edge of Desire
At times, anemoia overwhelms
me in my nightly dreams
when I long for another life and place
to rescue me from my demons.
These memories out of time and space
can be so overwhelming-
the intense tang of a marvelous kiss
that leaves you wanting, wanting
the peculiar scent of an old perfume
stained on a yellowed handkerchief
or hearing a forgotten melody that is haunting,
So you don a blue velvet hat adorned with faded blooms
and sway to the music as you dance under a full moon.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Written for Shay’s Word Garden List- 13 Rue Therese.
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