The Bend in the Creek

Pond Willow Tree Willow Nature Lagoon Water Tree

“People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don’t die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters.” 

― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time

Tucked among the day’s mail was a lavender envelope with her first name inscribed. Juliet paused, looking at the handwriting; it was haunting. She opened the envelope and a single slip of paper fell out tied with a rose colored ribbon. The ribbon was hers, long forgotten from many years ago. The note contained two lines. ‘Meet me today beneath the willow where the creek bends, and bring no book for this one day we’ll give to idleness. 4PM sharp.’ Was this someone toying with her, trying to hurt her with old memories?

Juliet spent the rest of the day waiting for the hours to tick by. At 3:45, she set out for the creek and her willow. With a trembling hand she pushed aside the graceful limbs, and stepped inside. A man stood in the shadows. “Oh my God-Jonathan? But…You’re dead!”

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Bring No Book!

Love Angles

ABSTRACT HEAD: HEAD OF A WOMAN

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.” 

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

*
If
you 
want the
formula
for a loving life~
see flawless algorithms within
a silken caress, a yearning kiss, a breathless sigh.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is a Fibonacci written for #skyloverwordlist. Also linking to OLN at dVerse. The pub opens at 3PM EST.

Every Feather Falling

Photo by form PxHere

“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien

Every feather falling 
from a stormy sky
another soul transforms
into a different life

No longer are they calling
Sweet hellos and long good-byes
But caught in their own firestorms
Reliving their deeds with strife

Their voices now are whispering
In lonesome sorrowful sighs
Amidst booming thunderstorms
Floating into an afterlife

But soon quiet comes after howling storms
when they evolve into magnificent light

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics

#Haibun: New Beginnings

Old growth Cactus at sunrise- Phoenix, AZ

Christmas and New Year’s Day came and went without any raucous festivities. No holiday parties, no Feast of the Seven Fishes, no gluttonous eating or over-imbibing. After over a year of unexpected health issues, taking a breath and awaking each morning are pure joy.

The human body’s capacity to heal and regenerate is an incredible miracle. I regret I did not take better care of myself when I was younger but my cancer scare changed all that. I am comfortable in my aging skin and with it comes an humble wisdom as I savor every moment. This is my year to rejoice and embrace all my life with a fierceness born from facing my own mortality. A brilliant sunrise, a new moon, cold raindrops on my face; delightful celebrations of life.

brilliant rays of sun
peeking through ancient mesquite-
grey mockingbird sings his song

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday

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 25 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: Cold Moon

Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash

waning cold moon shines
sinking low in morning sky-
from the east, sunrise

©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 25 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

Bittersweet Thoughts on a Morning Walk

Jet Trails: Mesa, AZ. 2021

“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.” 

― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

Through the open window drifts
deep melancholy notes
As an unseen cellist plays a familiar song
‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah’
And all at once I’m struck
with a heartspur so profound
as the scent of pine rosin alters the air.

Time falls away…
Vague memories become clear…

The way your hands held the hardwood bow
with measured strokes, never missing a note
As it glided across the strings of your guitar
And then how those same calloused masterful hands
with tenderness, caressed my silken hair
leaving my innocent heart exposed; bare
-Bittersweet indeed

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I am hosting dVerse Poetics today- the last one of the year. The pub opens at 3 PM EST- Come join us!
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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 25 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

Her Crown

Image by Christine Carr from Pixabay

The crown she wore was nothing more
than an illustration of inner self-
An ancient garden of floating butterflies
dancing in sundrenched air

Where golden legged honeybees
get drunk on riotous wildflowers
woven together in an intricate maze
of stems and petals and leaves

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #145- Heady is the Poem that wears the Crown

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 25 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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