White Hot Blue

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,

the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” 

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

My brothers call me Sam, I’m the only girl 
in a swollen sea of musk scented testosterone

Raised in a house full of grimy blacksmiths
Striking heavy headed hammers on iron
day in, day out constant pounding, grinding
while black ebony smoke chars sweaty air

Ancient leather bellows huff and labor, 
provoking white blue blistering flames
A searing melting fire is a greedy bastard
when forging honed knives and fighting sabres

I guess it’s no wonder I have a penchant
for hammered metal on my tanned damp skin
As the scorching summer sun bears down
and fresh oxygen in the wind grows thin

I’m in love with the way cool iron steals pent up heat
sending it back to me in haunting trembling waves
Unbridled wanton ecstasy at the touch of hard steel
caressing my awakening body in knowing ways

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #160

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 Distant heart Has Balance

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The forest is lush with green velvet moss; the only sounds we hear are those of nature. Tall trees sway in the wind, leaves rustling with anticipation. The red fox and her kits come out of their den to play.

There is nothing left of the artificial world now that the two leggeds are gone. The only signs of their existence are rotting structures covered with honeysuckle vines. The air hangs heavy with their sweet essence. Butterflies of every imaginable color come drink the honey nectar. We have returned to our honorable ways of finding sustenance. Gone are the days of foraging through garbage heaps left behind by humans.

Only mouths are we, who sings the distant heart which safely exists in all things. We raise our voices in a sacred hymn to Mother Earth; there is balance in the circle of life again.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Prosery: Here’s the Thing about Existing

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

In Response to The One Truth

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“I see today that everyone on earth wants the answer to the same question but none has the language to ask it.”Jim Harrison

The One Truth

I want to ask the moon
how many lovers she has had for
I know it must be many
with her luminous personality.

I want to ask the mockingbird
what did you feel when the hawk
stole your innocent fledgling
from the woven nest
As I heard your eerie keen,
I cried a tear and wondered
did you feel regret for its horrible death?

I want to ask the stars
how they keep on shining
through the dark and dreary times
of a soul-less night.

I want to ask my heart why it keeps on loving.
Is the pain that comes with it
a vital part of the pleasure,
can there be the treasured one
without the dreaded other?

I don’t know the answers
or the language in which to ask
so I’ll pour another glass of the one truth-
the wine; wasting away
the hours as I contemplate the past
and all the questions left
unanswered but forever asked

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Response

The moon spoke to me tonight
and though she has many admirers
no lovers are in sight for who
could compete with her
luminous light?

A grey mockingbird came
to me in a gossamer dream
Though weeping over her loss
she whispered, fear not the circle of life
for the circle is always the same

One night bright stars shook from the sky
falling at my feet, dancing like fireflies
swirling in the meadow’s trembling heat
they sang to me- indigo blue rain is sweet reprieve
for life is perfect on a hot summer’s night

One lonely night my heart woke me
with its silent weeping
in pain over lovers lost, she sighed
‘your pain is the ultimate cost
of loving unconditionally’

And in the late night ebony hours
when the bottle of wine is empty
its jade shadow falls upon the table
while pale flickering candlelight wanes
as wax trickles down liking fading flowers

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: MTB Palinode

Author’s note: This is my first time to write a Palinode. Challenging exercise!

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 Bookbinder

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In my aging calloused hands I’ve held 
the words of many a restless dreamer 
from true historians to fantasy fairy tales 
to rebellious poets and mystery characters

I’ve read the words of humble Buddha, 
and heraldic stories of epic proportions 
and traveled uncivilized countries through 
the eyes of adventurous explorers

I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole with Alice, 
and dined with Freya the vicious ice queen 
in her cold arctic blue crystal palace
My wandering mind has ‘seen’ many wondrous things

I take all the words I’ve read, put black ink to paper
sewing creamy parchment pages together
into knotty ties that bind, then glue them onto leather
adorned with a multi-layered stiffened spine

Each book I create is its own work of art 
for every page is crafted with utmost care
Each rich embossed cover touched by my hands
now out in this vast changing world somewhere

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: Exploring the Narrative Voice

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

Random Blossoms

Farewell to Spring blossoms in my Garden- Mesa, AZ

Farewell to Spring blossoms from randomly sown seeds
With showy clusters of pink flowers atop leafy spiked stems
Bright splashes of cool fuchsia among yellows and greens
Beguiling honeybees heavy with pollen on their hairy knees
And golden skippers flitting on the fragrant breeze

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse: Quadrille #127- Sowing Seeds

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

On a Wing and a Prayer

Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and reality
Tap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beam
Where everything and nothing is as it seems

Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair
Swirling in a stubborn stormy breeze
Wearing old hurts and deep painful scars
Crying with remorse for fallen dead leaves
Perched high between birdsong and shooting stars
Alive and breathing on a wing and a prayer

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse: #158

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

We, The Dreamers

Dance Around the Golden Calf, by Emil Nolde
Source: WikiArt

Let the flyleaf of April reflect 
without another backward glance 
masala mysteries hidden 
in every ardent word written

Traversing obscure burly wood bridges
under clear lapis lazuli skies while 
We, the dreamers romance the restless words
with hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief

Our hearts emblazoned on parchment
our souls sometimes lost in be-wilderness
we’ve laughed, we’ve cried, 
we’ve read, we’ve shouted
Our cornsilk voices never quavering
in the face of our whispered truth

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Day 30 of National Poetry Writing Month. A bittersweet day.

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