Alora

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I dreamed my body was mine again
with no memories weighing me down
no jagged scars marring my alabaster skin
no mortal wounds unleashed beneath.

And as I descended further into this ghostly maze,
I found myself wielding long shimmering blades
Unlike anything I’ve ever seen, for they had replaced
my knotted and wrinkled hands.

And with these blades of wisdom, I swathed a clear path
one containing purity and grace, humming with life
to where the words of a poem so blissfully laid
there on the ground, magically created
by the hooves of a white stallion prancing and dancing.

As he shook his luminous tail and magnificent mane
Stars and planets swirled from them into an aubergine sky
Golden drops of dew fell as seeds began to sprout.
Now I glided through ripe meadows brimming with flora and fauna
and bathed in an ice-cold stream that healed my tormented soul.

And as I began to wonder why I was in this haunting place
I stirred from my deep sleep as reality crept in and wept
for there in that mysterious land where I longed to be
I was not lost, not found;
for I was never there at all.

©2023 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 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

Author’s Note: For Shay’s Word Garden and dVerse Poetics

#Haibun: Desert Rain

My Garden: Mesa, AZ 2023

New Year’s day dawns dark, dreary, and rainy, which is so rare in the desert southwest. I stir from a deep slumber, listening to the uncommon sound of water dripping off the roof.

These days, the calendar pages seem to fall away with every breath. I guess it’s natural as you age and have less life ahead of you than behind. Still, I am so grateful for the precious moments I have. As more of my friends die and my favorite musicians join that big band in the sky, I count each day as a blessing.

gentle falling rain

aquifers filling, life thrives-

dry desert blooming

©2023 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 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

dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday

Chasing Sunlight

My Best Buddy- Jackson

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” 
― Milan Kundera

Early mornings find him
sprawled in the east window
Catching rays of warm sunshine
as he watches the world go by
After morning walks
he plops down on a sunbeam
falling across the floor, to sleep until he hears
It’s time for breakfast, Jack!

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Quadrille 165- Warmly

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 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

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