Watching You Watching Me

Watching you watching me
what is it you see, could it be
the sway of my voluptuous hips
as my lacy nightie slips
over my inviting thighs?
I sense your desire
I hear a ragged sigh
slipping from your lips
as your heart trips
from the glimpse
of love’s abyss
yearning for you
as I watch you
watching me
vigilantly.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United Midweek Motif: Vigilance

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#Haiku: Gilded Sunset

“There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s.” 
― Ed Gorman, Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool

long and winding road

leading to gilded sunset~

blackbirds chasing light

©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 22 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

#Shadorma: Sky Kissing

Sky kissing
emerald tree tops
blackbirds dance
with sunbeams
Golden shiners swim between
the watery roots

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge 145 #Photoprompt

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 22 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

After a While

“Everybody is waiting for cooler weather–and I am just waiting for you–. (Bob Dylan in a letter)” 
― Suze Rotolo, A Freewheelin’ Time: Greenwich Village in the Sixties, Bob Dylan and Me

After a while, waiting becomes easier to bear
for when one knows not when or if it will ever end,
then the agony of waiting becomes a part of you.

So with patience and unwavering faith, you wait
day after day after day after day ~
for the glance, the familiar smile, the briefest touch.

You wait, for the chance to be that someone again who
is the light in his tortured darkness, and the reason
for the flickering flame in his beautiful eyes.

You wait, to be the only one who can quiet the howling beast,
to offer some much deserved comforting peace
and ease his trapped soul during bouts of vicious rage.

You wait, to be the inspiration for the eloquent words he scrawls
in moments of clarity, when the poet within the broken man
emerges and pours forth onto the blank page.

And each day, you wait, wait, wait and with passionate tears, pray
that today will be the day when he at last meets your gaze
and remembers your loving face.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is how I imagine it would be to lose your soul mate to Alzheimer’s.

dVerse Poets Pub: Waiting for a Poem

#Haiku: Harvest Moon

wikimedia Commons

brilliant harvest moon

cows hypnotic low crooning –

time to pluck the corn

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Frank J. Tassone Weekly Hakai Challenge #104 Harvest Moon

In The Forest Glen

Every day she returns to this glen where the forest floor is damp and lush and the mushrooms bloom. Long ago, these memories were left here with the trees, and this is where she always finds them.

He was the love of her life, her heartbeat, and they sealed their bond in this glen. When he died, she had nothing; not even an old shirt to bury her nose in to smell his faint essence. They took everything, for they believed she was to blame. But the one thing they couldn’t ever take was this magical place where they began.

He came to her last night in a dream. ‘It’s time, I’m waiting.’
She lies down on the damp moss, fills her mouth with the deadly mushrooms, closes her weary eyes. Soon he is there, holding out his hand, guiding her through the forest.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Merril is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Memories with the Trees and we have been challenged to write a story of exactly 144 words and incorporate the sentence ‘These memories were left here with the trees.’ My story is 144 words.

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 22 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

#Haiku: Meadowlark

“The end-of-summer winds make people restless.” 
― Sebastian Faulks, Engleby

meadowlark singing

farewell, dog days of summer

autumn’s glory comes

©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 22 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

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