Dance of Forgiveness

This coldness between a woman and man
when one heart carries the guilt of a deed
and the other recalls where it began
so both are heartbroken and left to bleed
while each in silence weep alone and grieve.

When does the dance of forgiveness begin
for neither are without some mortal sins
Is it trembling yearning to kiss sweet lips
and the craving to feel skin upon skin
Then love overcomes and anger’s eclipsed.

©2019 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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

Some Days

“I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.” 

― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

Some days are better than others
Now the bruising is fading, yellowing my skin
The reality of what I’m dealing with
Sinking deeper in, manifesting before my eyes
Gone is any denial for the stripping is complete
This baring of my tender soul, the asking of why me

Indeed I often wonder how I won this twisted game
Who is getting cancer today, who will we choose to be?
But the wheel of fate kept spinning, landing on black for me
My life is forever changed, there is no going back
To the woman I was before, so naive in my beliefs

Yet still with all the daunting facts laid before me
I must believe- this too shall pass and I will survive.

©2020 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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

When Night Sky and Fiery Comets Collide

“I like on the table, when we’re speaking,

the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.”- Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still ~
when pale moonlight undulates
across your tranquil face,
while my lips trace the hot pulsing vein
dancing in glistening flesh
as I kiss your sun ripened skin

I like for you to be still ~
when delicate fingers strum, playing
the haunting strings of lovers entwined
clinging as the morning glory vine
to their fleeting beauty that shimmers
with morning dew then fades in gilded sunshine

I like for you to be still ~
when cobalt night sky and fiery comets collide
as our bodies explode into a swirling nebula
breathing colors into love and birthing dazzling stars
until we fall into blissful sleep as one and dream

©2019 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 23 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 her Amazon Author Page

Black Amethyst Sky

He was the sun, the moon, the black amethyst sky

His voice thundered in the air, a timeless familiar melody
played by a thousand haunting bass drums

My heart now no longer mine, adrift in a vast ocean of emptiness
for my eternal love has gone, sailing to far off unknown shores
yet still, I ache and yearn to die in his sheltering arms

©2019 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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

Wilting

© 2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Color bleeding from wilting roses
meeting their early demise
in the blistering bold sun
fading to black and fragile white
scattering their remains in flowery beds
like discarded robes of impassioned lovers

©2019 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 23 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 her Amazon Author Page

Texas Roots

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“You can take the girl out of Texas, but you can’t take the Texas out of the girl.”Janine Turner

I didn’t have a typical childhood. It was one spent moving from place to place, never living anywhere for long. The one and only constant besides my dear mother was the fact that up until I was 39, I spent most of my life living in Texas. No matter where I may roam, it will always be home.

Home. Where people still sit on a porch and drink ice tea and listen to the crickets sing. Every Sunday, there is a pot of beans on the stove seasoned with salt pork and onions; the smell hangs in the humid air. Summers are hot and sticky in the South but that didn’t stop us from playing until all hours of the evening. I recall hot nights filled with fireflies and June bugs, while we played hide and seek under the star swept sky.

I remember the mockingbird singing me to sleep outside my bedroom window. I can hear the raspy sound of night insects hitting the screen, chasing the light from within my room. How their spiny legs would get caught.

During the day, my sister and I would hunt for locust shells in a race to see who could find the most. One summer, I sat and watched a butterfly cocoon for hours every day. On the morning it finally emerged and dried its wings, it flew and landed on my bare shoulder. For several days after, I would go to the bush and wait. It was if the butterfly knew me, for it always returned until one day it didn’t. I cried for days.

For the last 22 years I have lived in Arizona and it is my new home. But even now there are times when I hear Texas whispering my name on the evening breeze. My heart grows heavy and I yearn to be there, under that vast bluebonnet sky.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Dear Readers, I am recuperating from breast cancer surgery so I will be posting some of my older pieces that were popular this week. I hope to be back to writing new works soon.

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 23 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 her Amazon Author Page

Which Will It Be?

“Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” 

― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

May your thoughts be pure of heart,
Your hands sure and steady
For my future lies
In the precise wield of the scalpel

You hold within your slender fingers
A message of enduring hope
And this is the defining moment
That will shape the rest of my days forever.

Walking the path between life and death
Which will it be for me?
—Life in all its imperfect glory

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Today, I have surgery at 12:30 PM AZ time to remove cancer from my left breast as well as remove at least one left lymph node. This is a prayer for my surgeon.

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

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