Rare Gift From The Rain

Rain Lilies in my Garden- Mesa, AZ

Every cloud has a silver lining.- English Proverb

Pushing up through water logged earth, 
Long emerald leaves bowing from 
The ponderous weight of heavy rain 
Tender shoots absorb precious water, 
Creating buds that soon will bloom
Filling the weary water-starved garden
With a delightful miraculous sight
Of delicate painted pink beauties  
As dainty rain lilies blossom
In a fairy-like abundant array
Delighting glistening tear-drenched eyes
With a rare gift from the onslaught of rain

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: The Proverbial

Stream of Dreams

With heavy eyes drifting away
floating on the stream of dreams
where bright sunshine warms her wrinkled face
and life is buoyant and carefree
No worries from the past as the present unfolds,
a glimpse through bright eyes of youth
behind eyes of old

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille No. 132- Stream

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 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

Life Path: No.1

“Tonight started innocently enough. Most terrible things do, right?” 

― Suzanne Hayes, I’ll Be Seeing You

Left to disintegrate and fade away, a reminder of her youth
when innocence was torn asunder in one surreptitious act
A swift path to dutiful adulthood way before her time
A child raising a child with no one to guide her
A frail body changing with an alien growing inside
As she stumbles towards motherhood, terrified

With each day comes regretful tears and inner turmoil
Struggling with her thrust upon role
As a new mother and shotgun wife-
Being wholly responsible for another fragile life
Living in a nightmare where she became embroiled
In a web of insanity, and almost lost her precious soul

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #170 where Shay is hosting.

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 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

Nettie’s Downfall

Image by JamesDeMers from Pixabay

Nettie lives in Bayou Sorrell on the edge of the Atchafalaya Basin. The house is nothing more than a shack put together with a rusted tin roof. In the early years before her daddy took to drinking, he added on a screened porch. Nettie spent most nights sleeping out there listening to the sounds of the bayou.

Everyone is gone now; first her ma died and then her pa drunk himself to death grieving her. Nettie had no one else in the world. Every morning she hopped in her old motorboat and headed to the oysterbeds.

Gliding through the brackish water, she gazes up at the blue sky and sees a great blue heron in flight. Tears spill down her sweaty cheeks.
“Enough! No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”
She jumps into the water.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Finding Miss Zora Neal Hurston

Author’s Note: Lisa is hosting Prosery and has asked us to use the following line in a fiction piece consisting of 144 words or less. My story is 144 words. Here is the line were were given: No, I do not weep at the world- I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife. –Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)

Buck Moon

walking along

my shadow beside me

watching the moon- Sodo Yamaguchi (1642-1716)

Dusk falls as I’m dreaming, walking
through my wild verdurous garden along
an unkempt path where lavender grows free, my
feet releasing its heavenly scent while my shadow
ambles along the leaf strewn ground beside
the grey stone wall, it waits in earnest for me
we look up my silhouette and I, watching
tarnished grey rain clouds race across the
painted sky as I look for full buck moon

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: A Golden Shovel written for Kerry @skyloverpoetry.

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 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

In-Between Moments of Love

Image by Gerhard G. from Pixabay

“I want

To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” 

― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

Scent of white jasmine on a moonlit night
in-between moments of love

A nightingale singing in blue twilight
in-between moments of love

Cicadas calling from on high in trees
in-between moments of love

A golden swarm of buzzing honeybees
in-between moments of love

Flickering eyes burn with passion’s fire
in-between moments of love

Hearts release, soaring higher and higher
in-between moments of love

Her blush pink flower opening, blooming
in-between moments of love

His fiery desire swelling, consuming
in-between moments of love

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar- Chant Poems

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 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

Gone to Seed

July in the Wildflower Garden- Mesa, AZ

“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.” 

― Pablo Neruda

Hot dry winds and scorching sun 
beating hardy wildflowers down
Only stalwart dandelions and a few stray blooms 
survive in this searing summer heat~

And as another stormy season 
of monsoons roar across the arid desert 
gone all too soon, vibrant colorful blooms 
that danced in an errant spring wind  
so all that’s left are brittle drying stalks 
and alien pods going to tender seed
to be spread when a wayward evening breeze 
sets them afloat into humid night air
to land somewhere they will call home
and blossom with life all over again

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics

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 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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