Blinding Light

Photo by Mathilda Khoo on Unsplash

Those moments
when the mirror is clear
are like chasing black crows
with my piercing eagle eyes
gleaming with clarity.

Tomorrow’s news will come
but the longer I live, our future
becomes less, for there is
a torrent of chaotic madness

When a true path forward becomes lost
all bright dreams of a vibrant
and tranquil world will disappear

You see, I am much too fond
of this thing we call love
So I soar above for these
are troubling times filled
with intense sorrow

I will lie down on a grassy knoll
watch clouds drift, dream of our earth
washed in a river of pure love-
not flooded by humanity’s blindness

I will write of goodness and of love
where happiness reigns and the air fragrant
with the scent of sweet healing sage burning
For here, there is no place for tears or sorrow

I’ll live in my dreams where love is love is love
free to flourish where no hate thrives
in the blinding light when the mirror is clear

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poet’s Pub: Lost Poems and Found Poetry

Author’s Note: Laura is hosting poetics and asks us to choose one of the following for the prompt.

1. ‘And the lost were found’:  Select ONE of the above ‘lost poems’ (or one of your own finding where something or someone is lost) and write your poem as response with the resolution of finding, being found or returned etc.  

OR

2. Finding a poem within a poem or prose:  Select ONE of the above ‘lost poems’ (or one of your own finding where something or someone is lost ) and re-write is as a ‘Found poem’. It does not have to be as rigid as an erasure poem for you can add in some of your own words or even reorder it.

I have chosen Number 2, and have used one of my own poems from August 2019, where I wrote a sestina for Poetics. I have altered and changed some of the formatting. Here is the original poem:

When the Mirror is Clear

Those in-between moments when the mirror is clear
are like chasing black crows in my flying dreams
with my piercing eagle eyes shining in bright haze.
I fear I am much too fond of this thing we call love
So I soar above the bitterness in this tormented world
For these are troubling times of intense sorrow.

I know tomorrow’s news will come, and so will sorrow
but the longer I live, our future becomes less clear
for there is a torrent of chaotic madness in this world.
So I will lie down on a grassy knoll, watch clouds drift by, dream
of a more peaceful earth washed in a river of pure love
not overshadowed by mankind’s stifling haze.

Once the air is thick, and we’re smothered in the haze
and the sky cries murky tears in the wake of sorrow,
the blackness of hate overcomes, drowning love.
When a true path forward becomes lost, unclear
dashed will be all bright hopes, all sweet dreams
of living in a vibrant yet tranquil world.

With each phase of the moon, each turn of this world
I fear there is no escape from this vile haze.
I am content to live in my vivid dreams
where indifference is unwelcome, and so is sorrow.
For in this place I create, the air is sweet and clear
And everyone understands the true meaning of love.

And though I know I am much too fond of love
For I’ve created an imagined utopian world
where happiness reigns and the fragrant air is clear.
I have banished from my home the thick black haze
For here there is no place for tears and sorrow
But only the brightest most hopeful dreams.

So I will continue to create a place of dreams
And write of goodness and peace and love
for there is already much too much sorrow.
Gone the hope of bright tomorrows in this world
For there will always be evil’s insidious haze
that incites the fear, feeding a future that’s unclear.

For now I’ll live in my dreams, not in this dismal world
where love is love is love, free of the shadowy haze
and no sorrow presides when the mirror is clear.

© 2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Gone

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“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.” 

― Charles Bukowski

Among the silk grey ashes
a blackened locket lies
filled with eternal promises
of a full and loving life

But when the Santa Anas
lit up the fiery western sky,
all that was left of them
was a heart and chain of
smoldering good-byes

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Night Ashes to Ashes

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

I Drank the Moon,II

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” 
― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

I drank the delicious moon one balmy night
as it flowed from a celestial blue sky,
A star-lit river of planets and nebulae
Tempted me with their moonlight madness.

Pale lustrous moon tasted of silken milk,
While bonbon planets oozed with dark chocolate
Sweet nebulae, fragrant as crystalized ginger
Set my hunger afire with wanton desire.

I became entangled and trapped
within this universe of tremulous light,
a bodiless soul shimmering, in translucent air
floating with sparkling stars and drinking pale moon
Swimming in the cyan pool of my poetic mind.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is a revised poem from 2019. I enjoy going back to some of my older works and updating them.

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” 

― Charles Bukowski

To the outer world she is gone- 
Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lost
Defeated, lonesome, alone
Her heart concealed in hoarfrost

But behind her black vacant eyes 
A teeming wilderness thrives
For here inside feral things survive
Roaming free to flourish, be alive
Away from the world’s deceptive lies

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #182

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

Down By The Perkiomen

Our Wedding: September 28,1996

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” 

― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

At our feet, colorful leaves from maple trees
as flute music wafts through crisp autumn air
On the banks of the Perkiomen creek
My gentle Viking man waits for me there

‘Wildflowers’ playing as I walk the leafy path
Wearing a simple pale rose silken dress
Flowers in my hair, a bouquet in my hands
Tiptoeing to a future I pray will be blessed

We utter endearing, beautiful words
Pledging our scarred hearts to each other
Words that carry on wings of songbirds
Promises and vows to always be lovers

So here we are, twenty-five years gone
Though bodies age, and thinning hair grays
In each other’s eyes we are still young
And in our hearts, our song always plays

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Dedicated to my dear husband Pete of 25 years. I pray we have at least 25 more my love! Always and Forever, Linda

Longing

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“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, 

Smell the sea, and feel the sky,

Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic” 
― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics

I long to be next to the sea
as autumn breeze whispers through trees
and shadows dance with falling leaves

I long to breath the salty air
with toes in sand going nowhere
as shore birds take flight, soaring free

I long to feel crisp chill of fall
wrapped tight in my blue tattered shawl
while listening to precious peace

I long to dream with windows wide
covered head to toe, here I’ll hide
in your arms where no one can see

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Form: Zéjel

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

The Brine of Summertime

Tuscan Melons

Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.- Greg Brown

There’s nothing sweeter than tuscan cantaloupe 
in late summer’s bloom while a fiery setting sun 
illuminates a retreating turquoise sky

We sip on bold red wine, tasting fruit bursting
with sticky juices, blending with the salty brine
of prosciutto wrapped around each luscious slice

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Always in Season

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