A Timeless Patina

“Death twitches my ear;

‘Live,’ he says… 

‘I’m coming.” 

― Virgil

Plucking taut strings with a horsehair bow
the air fills with a deep woody melody heard
with nimble fingers upon a slender throat 
each ethereal song more beautiful as wood ages 
painted in a timeless patina of bronze curves

And yet a human body falters, grows frail
when touched by the same elegant hands
smooth skin wrinkles, the soul ravaged by age 
and though life’s aria replays again and again
still breath finally fades as spirit withers away

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse: #163

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

#Haiku: Summer sounds

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” 

― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

cicadas buzzing
hypnotic lull of sprinklers
dog days of summer

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No.228

Author’s Note: Hi everyone- I have not been writing a lot lately as I am in the midst of yearly check-ups for my breast cancer. I can’t believe it’s been a year. So far, so good- two more appointments to go!

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

Raven and Moon

“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” 

― E.E. Cummings

Black raven whispered to waning moon 
I miss your face when you’re gone
I spend darkest nights longing 
for you to paint blue cobalt night
with your luminous pearl sheen light~
Watching star crossed lovers kiss and swoon
while packs of grey wolves howl and croon
joyous from your magical return
and soon mother earth is whole again

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #162

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

Across the Sky

Photo by Marko Blažević on Unsplash

Deep in hazy eclipsed gloom
As dark sun hides full blood moon
Earth goes silent as if in prayer
With nary a bird singing there

And in the wee dawning hours
Trees are still, and bowing flowers
Hang their heads waiting for light
To dance again across the sky

©2021 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 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

Panacea, II

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream. –Ernest Dowson

She wallows in sombre melancholy
in shallow warmth of quivering candlelight
sipping sumptuous fruit of tangled vines, wine 
a cloak of panacea for anguishing pain 

Rich dark nectar blushes pale cheeks
a cascade of velvet cerise petals 
stains her plump pouting lips
with its exquisite tasting blood

Burning tears fall as summer rain 
spoiling the full-bodied elixir 
with sober indigo melancholy 
and banishing the mellow glow  

She whispers of loves lost, what remains 
with certainty the loss of fervent hope 
drowning sorrows in self-pity and regret 
as she watches the flame flicker ~ and die

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is a complete revision of a poem I first wrote back in 2018.

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

This Gift

Writing Room this Morning- Mesa,AZ

Dreary grey skies and vague random rain 
Tap, tap tapping at my window pane 
My writing room filled with whispered sighs
Of rose hues against a coal smoke sky

Such days are rare during this season
Where bright flowers fade, feeling beaten
And the scorching unrelenting sun
Setting the west on fire when day’s done

I’ll take this gift with joyful surprise
And feast on pink light with hungry eyes
For too soon, blistered sun will return
leaving in its wake, a woman spurned

©2021 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 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

Ode to Yarrow

In My Garden- Mesa, AZ

I will pluck the yarrow fair

That more brave shall be my hand

That more warm shall be my lips

That more swift shall be my foot

May I an island be at sea

May I a rock be on land

That I can afflict any man

No man can afflict me

    ~ from The Carmina Gadelica

There among sweet wildflowers
pale milky yarrow stands
With a cluster of tiny blossoms
and frilly lime leafy strands

Lost among the primary brilliance
of more colorful flowers
Attracting petite winged pollinators
gathering its golden dust showers

Common starlings pluck it
to line their mossy twig nests
Tucking it in among the sticks
to ward off parasitic pests

Yarrow has ancient mystical powers
there are who choose to believe
Achilles carried it for his army
a panacea for wounds to heal

It’s believed yarrow love is a lasting love
taking forever to establish and begin
But once it’s growing it will always endure
Even with harsh neglect the love will sustain

©2021 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 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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