Biscuits and Sausage

The smell of sizzling pork sausage
frying up in a black cast iron skillet
while homemade biscuits rose in a hot oven
set my little girl mouth to watering
because Grandma knew her way around her kitchen.

She took the piping hot biscuits and slathered them
with glistening golden cold chunks of butter
and then she smothered perfect baked puffy clouds
light as a feather in Louisiana’s own Steen’s syrup.

Thick as molasses dark, rich and candy sweet
a delightful breakfast for me, served in a tin pie pan
so I could dip the sausage and dunk the buttery biscuits
in the dark luscious river of ribbon cane syrup
that came in a sunny bright yellow can.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge: Grandma’s Kitchen

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #494

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#Haiku: Autumn Leaves

“She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.” 
― Sarah Addison Allen, Garden Spells

burnt sienna haze

autumn paints the verdant trees

shades of ginger orange

©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

#Haiku: Morning Dew

“Morning will come, it has no choice.” 
― Marty Rubin

toiling through the night

spider weaves delicate web ~

trapping morning dew

©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

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.

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