A Woman Blessed

Redheaded Woman and Sunflowers-Paul Gauguin

“And she was fair as is the rose in May.” –Geoffrey Chaucer

Sunshine glows on fair skin
Lights her face with joy- for though
Life has dealt her countless blows
She rises above the noise

Weathering sunshine or rain
She inherited the strength of a woman blessed
With grace to carry on regardless of her pain

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poet’s Pub: Quadrille Let’s Go to the Fair!

Author’s Note: I am hosting at dVerse today and we are writing a quadrille, a poem exactly 44 words long. The word today is “Fair.” The pub opens at 3PM EST- Come join us!

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 25 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

Driving to Church

“When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.” 

― Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak

At fourteen, you don’t think too much about death;
but then there are days it kicks you in the gut.

Riding to a church meeting with my best friend
her mom driving, all three of us sitting in the front seat
I sat in the middle; we talked about school, about boys
while the radio played our favorite song- ‘Hey Jude
Don’t make it bad, take a sad song and make it better’…
laughing and enjoying the ride, until-

I heard her mother before Judy did
Wait- what did she say? Then the world slowed-
my hand reached for the radio knob to turn it down
and that’s when Judy heard it too-
‘TIME TO DIE’
Her mother kept repeating it over and over and over.

I tore my eyes away from her face and looked ahead
She was driving us into a railroad yard, her foot hard
on the gas driving head on towards a parked train
And in that instant I grabbed the wheel,
slammed my left foot on the brakes.

So, I found myself trying to drive a car
for the first time –
To this day, I thank God it was an old blue Chrysler
with a push button transmission on the dash.

Judy sat in the back seat with her mom who was crying too
She tried to console her, but the tears kept coming
I drove us to the church, and slid the lever to ‘P’
found the preacher; told him what happened.

They said she had a mental breakdown.
Judy and her mom moved away shortly after
but every time I hear ‘Hey Jude’- I remember.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: In the Light of Other Days

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 25 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

Lipstick on Broken Glass

“Love! Love until the night collapses!” ― Pablo Neruda

Let me go mad –
While the sun sits pretty in autumn sky

Let me raise my glass –
to a long life all these years gone by

Let me drift away- 
with falling stars on an obscure night

Let me get lost tonight- 
For you, the vessel that held my light 
now gone forever from my sight 
and all that’s left is lipstick on broken glass

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #185

In The Distance

Photo by Julia Florczak on Unsplash

From far in the distance
Crashing waves careen
On a starlit rocky shore-

His lantern lights the path
through rustling grass

And shifting sands
Down to the ocean’s floor,

For he hears the call of sirens
Bewitching his lonesome heart
‘Come and suffer nevermore.’

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille

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

#Haibun: The Path I Walk

Image by jplenio from Pixabay

I am always filled with apprehension this time of year. Even though I love fall and all the wonderful joys it brings, the season still fills me with dread.
The reason for my apprehension is one many women can sympathize with. I was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2020, and when it comes time for my annual bloodwork, I fear the worst outcome. Every ache, every pain grows and exacerbates my apprehension the cancer has returned.
I try to control my unwarranted panic but at times it overwhelms my positive outlook.

autumn leaves falling
littering the path I walk
drifting down in death

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday- Fear

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

Blinding Light

Photo by Mathilda Khoo on Unsplash

Those moments
when the mirror is clear
are like chasing black crows
with my piercing eagle eyes
gleaming with clarity.

Tomorrow’s news will come
but the longer I live, our future
becomes less, for there is
a torrent of chaotic madness

When a true path forward becomes lost
all bright dreams of a vibrant
and tranquil world will disappear

You see, I am much too fond
of this thing we call love
So I soar above for these
are troubling times filled
with intense sorrow

I will lie down on a grassy knoll
watch clouds drift, dream of our earth
washed in a river of pure love-
not flooded by humanity’s blindness

I will write of goodness and of love
where happiness reigns and the air fragrant
with the scent of sweet healing sage burning
For here, there is no place for tears or sorrow

I’ll live in my dreams where love is love is love
free to flourish where no hate thrives
in the blinding light when the mirror is clear

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poet’s Pub: Lost Poems and Found Poetry

Author’s Note: Laura is hosting poetics and asks us to choose one of the following for the prompt.

1. ‘And the lost were found’:  Select ONE of the above ‘lost poems’ (or one of your own finding where something or someone is lost) and write your poem as response with the resolution of finding, being found or returned etc.  

OR

2. Finding a poem within a poem or prose:  Select ONE of the above ‘lost poems’ (or one of your own finding where something or someone is lost ) and re-write is as a ‘Found poem’. It does not have to be as rigid as an erasure poem for you can add in some of your own words or even reorder it.

I have chosen Number 2, and have used one of my own poems from August 2019, where I wrote a sestina for Poetics. I have altered and changed some of the formatting. Here is the original poem:

When the Mirror is Clear

Those in-between moments when the mirror is clear
are like chasing black crows in my flying dreams
with my piercing eagle eyes shining in bright haze.
I fear I am much too fond of this thing we call love
So I soar above the bitterness in this tormented world
For these are troubling times of intense sorrow.

I know tomorrow’s news will come, and so will sorrow
but the longer I live, our future becomes less clear
for there is a torrent of chaotic madness in this world.
So I will lie down on a grassy knoll, watch clouds drift by, dream
of a more peaceful earth washed in a river of pure love
not overshadowed by mankind’s stifling haze.

Once the air is thick, and we’re smothered in the haze
and the sky cries murky tears in the wake of sorrow,
the blackness of hate overcomes, drowning love.
When a true path forward becomes lost, unclear
dashed will be all bright hopes, all sweet dreams
of living in a vibrant yet tranquil world.

With each phase of the moon, each turn of this world
I fear there is no escape from this vile haze.
I am content to live in my vivid dreams
where indifference is unwelcome, and so is sorrow.
For in this place I create, the air is sweet and clear
And everyone understands the true meaning of love.

And though I know I am much too fond of love
For I’ve created an imagined utopian world
where happiness reigns and the fragrant air is clear.
I have banished from my home the thick black haze
For here there is no place for tears and sorrow
But only the brightest most hopeful dreams.

So I will continue to create a place of dreams
And write of goodness and peace and love
for there is already much too much sorrow.
Gone the hope of bright tomorrows in this world
For there will always be evil’s insidious haze
that incites the fear, feeding a future that’s unclear.

For now I’ll live in my dreams, not in this dismal world
where love is love is love, free of the shadowy haze
and no sorrow presides when the mirror is clear.

© 2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Gone

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“She’s mad, but she’s magic. There’s no lie in her fire.” 

― Charles Bukowski

Among the silk grey ashes
a blackened locket lies
filled with eternal promises
of a full and loving life

But when the Santa Anas
lit up the fiery western sky,
all that was left of them
was a heart and chain of
smoldering good-byes

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Night Ashes to Ashes

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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