Many Lives

Once, in a past life reading, a psychic told me in one of my previous lives I was a black man living on a southern plantation shortly after the Civil War.

In this life, I was in my twenties, recently ‘freed’ and hungry for change. Late one night, I packed my few belongings, kissed my mother good-bye and headed north. Little did I know it would be the last time I saw her in that life.

I’d heard many tales of the north. After all, they fought for us, didn’t they? And because they fought for us, they saw us as equals. How naive I was, for the stories were not the truth. My remaining life was one of intense struggle. You can try to run from inequality and injustice, but you can’t run from the color of your skin. No matter where you are, you’re still (insert color here), and there will be those who hate anyone different from them.

white woman today
black man many lives ago
has anything changed?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I know this sounds bizarre to some, but it is a true story. I went for a past life reading the year I turned 33 years old. I was on a quest, to know myself better and to try to understand the world and all the injustice around me for it affected me deeply. I was reading a lot about Edgar Cayce, and his psychic abilities. Whether the reading was true or not, it brought about immense change in my life. And while being a white woman today is extremely different from being a black man of yesterday, women are still bound by limitations that society thrusts upon us. We talk about breaking the glass ceiling and all, but that glass is multi-layered and damn thick.

dVerse Poetics On Privilege

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In a Spring Garden

Gentle breeze and sweet sunshine in a spring garden

where vivid green tendrils vine and climb

murmuring to wild roses blossoming spirits

Come, feel the quiet solitude of verdant trees

for harmony is here in ancient forest boughs

while wandering the yielding mossy path beneath

and listening to the poetry of bird song above

wrapped in the silence of nature’s peace

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Ragtag Daily Prompt

Spring is in the Air

the sky is bluer
birds are singing once again
caressed by sunshine

©Kim M. Russell

spring buds breaking through rough bark
cherry blossoms blushing rain

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Tan Renga

Promote Yourself Monday – February 18, 2019

Hi All- It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Stop by and share your latest. Be sure to read others’ work while you are there!

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Not My President

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driven by ego
destruction of habitats-
not my president

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Every time I think of this border wall, and the impact it will have on our environment, I am sad and disheartened. When will we ever learn? To read more on this: Sierra Club

Written for Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge

Gone Moon

The mysterious gloom is charcoal black
for our luminous moon has disappeared
stars no longer gleam and as we feared
The mysterious gloom is charcoal black


For our luminous moon has disappeared
Once dazzling sun lost and lonely without
with earth’s future now in serious doubt
For our luminous moon has disappeared


Once dazzling sun lost and lonely without
the bright orb to share its warming light
in deep dark blackest coldest of nights
Once dazzling sun lost and lonely without


The mysterious gloom is charcoal black
for our luminous moon has disappeared
stars lose their gleam and as we feared
The mysterious gloom is charcoal black

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s note: For the weekend mini challenge at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads– Strange News. I chose to write about the question: What if the moon disappeared tomorrow? I wrote a Catena Rondo, my first! Also linking to Poetry Pantry

Hope with Wings

the sound of the surf
enters my home through the open window
and a butterfly

© Chèvrefeuille (2018)

symbol of resurrection
hope with graceful vibrant wings

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai : Tan Renga Challenge

Fortune

One’s fortune should not be chains of gold
nor glittering diamonds or a
jewel encrusted chalice,
But rather sweet desire’s
nuance on rose lips,
luscious potion
of fervor
bathed in
love.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge

Safe

My lips are the dew drenched rose yearning for the buzzing bee
to gather my words like pollen and make of them sweet honey

My eyes are the storm clouds burdened with the cleansing rain
longing to fall at last to feel the heat of your bright sun again

My fingers are tendrils of Morning Glory seeking a spot to cling
caressing those tender places entreating your desires to sing

My arms are the weeping willows surrounding you from above
a respite from the world, safe in the shelter of my forever love

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day to My Big Viking. I’ll love you forever!

Poets United Midweek Motif

First Day of Spring

First day of spring–
I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.                                                 © Basho

winter memories linger
cold chills in brisk morning air

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Tan Renga #1605

Myst-ery

Myst-ery, goddess with blue raven locks and eyes diablo green
but for the fiery torchlight burning between, she’s unseen
With deadly calm she lures you down the path of exile
tempting your sinful flesh with her feminine guile,
and though you know all the while
she sings to you a death melody
you care not for she is
your final destiny.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics

First Cherry Blossom

first cherry blossom
dancing in the gentle rain
sweet garden rebirth

first cherry blossom
braving winter’s cutting edge
bursting forth alone

dancing in the gentle rain
petals glistening
spring will follow soon

sweet garden rebirth
watercolors of new growth
lone blue tit trilling

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’a Note: Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to write a fusion haiku from two of his haiku on the theme of cherry blossom. We are then to create a troiku from our fusion haiku. Below are the two haiku he has given us to work with:

standing naked
in awe of the first cherry blossom
dancing in the garden

on winter’s edge
the first Cherry blossom blooms
rain falls softly              

© Chèvrefeuille

Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation

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