The Naked Bones

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“It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.” 
― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me

Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,
phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelight
as the wax drips down another empty vessel
it leaves a milky puddle where she recalls
a naive soul once shiny bright
now a baked tundra each night

So she sits and drinks alone
for red wine is her only companion
a makeshift partner for when nights are cold
and though the wine with all its warmth leaves her exposed
and memories inhabit this room, now her lonesome home
as she ponders and gnaws on bleached naked bones

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Written for dVerse Poets Pub Poetics and Shay’s Word Garden Word List

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

Haibun: Voices of Autumn

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Golden pink-tinged light colors my bedroom as it peeks through the sliver in the drapes. Stirring from a deep sleep, it is not yet six am as the house is cold and the heater has not come on.
Welcome to fall in Arizona- cold mornings, warm sunny afternoons, cold nights. Still, I much prefer this to snow any day.
Even through the insulated windows, I hear the faint sound of early morning birdsong. A flock of doves must be high in the mesquite, worshipping the rising sun with their coos.

amid falling leaves
singing in autumn sunrise-
clanging copper chimes

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Written for dVerse Haibun Monday. I am hosting today, and the pub opens at 3PM EST. 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

Under the Color of Night

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.” 
― Ernesto Che Guevara

Under the color of night, a full beaver’s moon shines
with an ethereal red bloom obscured in vagrant clouds
while pristine stars shine through the blood-stained veil
wearing their alluring light like a shroud.

As the last eclipse of a momentous year bleeds
Is this an omen of hope and good things to come
Where justice and simple truth prevail
Or will all the good we’ve done be swept away
By the violence and lies of the uncouth?

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I have faith that truth will prevail!
Written for dVerse Poetics: First Your Assistance and Then a Razzie or two!

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

The Vote

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“She wears strength and darkness equally well,
The girl has always been half goddess, half hell” 
― Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul

Donning her velvet cloak, Reina slips out the kitchen door and heads for the clearing deep in the woods. In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. She looks up as words emerge from the darkest points on the ebony canvas. Approaching the glade, murmurs rise from the circle of women. This is the night of reckoning for what happens tomorrow will decide the fate of the world. A murmuration of bats rise into the air as the voices begin to hum. The witches bow before their queen, and wait for her to speak.

“Rise my coven and understand, for we are here tonight to conjure peace. The ballot’s begun and we must be the ones to keep hateful greed from planting more seed. So gather healing words from the sky and sing- we must succeed if this world is to survive.”

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: It’s Prosery Monday at dVerse and I am hosting today. For those of you who are unfamiliar, Prosery is a creation of dVerse where we give you one sentence from a poem and you are to write a 144-words (or less) story containing the sentence within. You may alter the sentence in any way, other than punctuation. Today’s sentence prompt is In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems which is taken from an EE Cummings poem. Come join us- the pub opens at 3PM EST. Looking forward to reading your stories.

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

Saved by Grace

“The salvation of man is through love and in love” 
― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning

There was a moment in my life
when quiet hallowed chambers
of an old church became my sanctuary.

Dusky sunlight fell across a scarred plank floor
through blood-stained windows where-
The body of Christ nailed to the rugged cross stared
at dervish phantoms of dust drifting in dank air
as they danced with paraffin smoke of Paschal candles.

This became my naive soul’s salvation for awhile
Among strangers and friends, a respite from pain-
where tattered hymnals grasped by aging hands
held words to Amazing Grace, sung with lament
As a parade of broken souls walked down the aisle
to become whole and saved once again.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Written for Shay’s Word Garden List- Jim Morrison and The Sunday Muse #235

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

Did I

“How many loved your moments of glad grace, 
And loved your beauty with love false or true; 
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.” 
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

I carry sorrow in my bones and wear my pain
for life is a masquerade of dancing ghosts that play
in the chasms of my mind with silk ties that bind
me to the silent skeletons of my past.

Black crows keep me company, bring me old coins
each one etched with a memory of my past life
Some shiny and gold, others burnished and old
from the patina of revisiting them over and over again.

Did I do what was right,
Did I do what was true,
Did I do what was good in my youth?

And then I realize I did my best with the wisdom I possessed,
and all the rest is a lesson in futility.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for Shay’s Word Garden and for The Sunday Muse #234

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

The Color of Hope is Light

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” 

― Plato

Light bending, shaping, flowing 
into nicks and cracks of darkness impugned

Both an unrelenting wave of briny ocean 
and a minuscule particle of dust 
Drifting on nascent air of prophetic clarity

Stand Up, Stand Tall, Stand, Stand, Stand
I’m Speaking, I’m Speaking~ Can you hear me?

Light is here- NOW- a yearning for radiance
Broadcasting a reverberating shine 
into tenebrous shadows of fleeing fear

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note- Sharing this poem from 2020. I’m hosting today at dVerse Poets Pub for OLN– Come Join us! The pub opens at 3PM EST.

The Sunday Muse: #129

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

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