#Shadorma: This One Life

This one life
a gift to cherish
for quickly
the ripe peach
falls from the tree, returning
to the tranquil earth

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: Calm & Present Synonyms only

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

The Real Me

Once in the mirror I saw
a sepia inked version
pleading to me
for change like a beggar on the street.


So I picked up my pen and paper
composed a poem to the real me.
Now, I live and breath…
in vivid technicolor.

©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

Treat

Ricky Bobby (aka Bubba)

I spend some days talking to my dog who cocks his head
As if he’s trying to understand exactly the words I said

I recite my poems to him, seeking some kind of reaction
Yet the most I ever get is a look of quizzical satisfaction

In my head, I am speaking profound words with a beat
But to him, everything I say sounds like ‘Here’s a treat!’

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Soliloquy

The Essence of Decay

The bloom of youth in the rain washed rose is a joy for eyes to see

yet what lies underneath this glow is invisible to you and me.


Blind are we for a fresh budding rose is already fading, dying

time is cruel the blossom will wilt, the light will wither away,

one day bursting with life, then naught but a thorny stalk.

And in the wake of perfumed petals drifting on the heavy air

all that remains and is unseen is their decaying essence.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This photo is from my garden.

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

#Tan Renga: Persimmon

when I ate a persimmon
the bell rung
the Horyuji temple

©Shiki

colorful hanging lanterns
ripe orange fruit sways in the breeze

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Tan Renga Wednesday 9 I ate a persimmon

Pearls of Memories

Time is a blackguard, Chou.” And, of course, he’s right. There goes time, running like hell, looking back at us, taunting, as we fumble, trying to save him in a jar. Trying to tuck him forever under the bed, fix him tight against a red satin box. Trying to string him like pearls. Enough pearls to make a life.”- A Thousand Days in Tuscany – Marlena De Blasi

We thought we had enough time
To piece together a splendid life,
We thought we had forever
To string our pearls of memories
Onto a royal blue velvet ribbon
Binding our hearts and naive minds.

But the years go by in a lightning flash,
Illuminating our squandered days
Rosy pink memories fade grey as ash
Yet we chase them like bouncing bubble prisms
Bursting on hot summer’s swirling air
As they disappear into a brilliant solar flare.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Mish is asking us to take Last lines of a book that is near us and use it as inspiration. I chose A Thousand Days in Tuscany by Marlena de Blasi. Come join us at dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Last Lines

#Haiku: First Snow

dusted with snowflakes
Queen Anne’s Lace dressed for winter
delicate surprise

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1797 New Beginnings First Snow

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