Mother Earth

I’ve walked this familiar street before
Where silence reigns and the only companions
My dog and the melodic singing of the mockingbird

My feet tread lightly here, for there is nothing to fear
As I pause to watch a swallowtail floating
On this glorious morning’s zephyr

Overhead, I see a bluebell cloud swept sky
All around, signs of chartreuse spring gleaming
And colorful blossoms sprouting with joy

And still, the Grim Reaper comes calling
For so many humans every single day
So now we pay for our blissful ignorance

Yet the stars still shimmer in a black sky
The moon rises and sways the tides
While Mother Earth orbits the sun

In the natural world, life goes on as if
Nothing of importance is happening
Can you taste and see the the color of irony?

For we, the ‘intelligent beings’ have been doing the same
As our planet and her magnificent creatures
Suffered from our own greedy hands stained in apathy.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Day 2 Taking it to the Streets

dVerse Poets Pub OLN #263

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

Scarlet Flax

April dawns with scattered clouds
Obscuring the daybreak sun
March’s roaring lion lingers on
In brisk breezy morning air

I find myself pondering
What this new spring will bring
For I am a fool who believes
In the beauty of small things

And today among the profusion
Of bold purple and yellow blooms
I spy shocking red petalled blossoms
With centers of stark ebony stars

The delicate scarlet flax is lovely
Oh, what a brave little wild flower
To have the courage to grow
Among bigger, brighter colored flowers

And yes, you may think me foolish
To write of a simple red bloom
But poets are sentimental fools
Finding grace in the smallest of things

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: April 2020- Days 1-5

dVerse Poets Pub: Seeing Red

Author’s Note: Here we go- Day 1 of National Poetry Writing Month!

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

The Butterfly, The Bee and The Tree

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.”
—Barbara Ward

The Painted Lady does not dream of fleeting fame
when flitting from flower to flower,
instead she savors every delicious sip
as she lingers amongst colorful blossoming bowers.

The honeybee does not seek righteous glory
for his life’s work gathering golden pollen
as he disperses the tiny grains to our crops
and creates amber rivers of flowing honey.

The majestic trees did not ask to be
the fallen heroes of this mistreated planet
yet indeed they deserve this prestigious honor
for they purify the very air we breathe
and grace us with their magnificence.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: For more information on pollinators, please visit pollinator.org and on how trees make a difference, please visit nwf.org

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

#Haibun: Fishing

Mom and I with her Fish

I will never forget that day for it is one of my fondest memories with my mom. I had driven up to the ranch the night before with the intent of going fishing with her. We awoke before dawn, and drove down to the fishing pond.

Each of us found our spots to fish not far from one another and settled in on overturned plastic buckets. I remember how quiet it was; only the occasional sound of our lines hitting the water as we cast them into the misty air. As they landed, they created undulating ripples in the dark cold water.

Lost in reverie, I didn’t see the fish strike right when the sun broke through the trees.
Mom jumps to her feet and yells, “Grab the net Linda, I’ve got a big ‘un!”

cool summer morning
a large bass takes to the air
fighting the steel hook

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Haibun Monday: Snapshots of our Lives

Author’s Note: Today at dVerse, Kim is asking us to take one of our poems that is autobiographical and write a Haibun based on that poem. The poem I chose is The Gift of Fishing.

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

Bluebonnet Sky

So you’ve been through the roaring fire
Leaving you maimed, a soul of charred ashes
But rising from this molten funeral pyre
Comes a new woman with scars on scars.

You must know though flawed, you are beautiful
for you shimmer with the light of fractured stars
and you’ve heard the haunting mystical song
of the grey mockingbird in pink light of dawn
His singing sets your broken heart free to soar–
Euphoria your guide, higher and brighter
while you dance with glee in a majestic bluebonnet sky.

©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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

#american sentence sunday: tears in spring

Rio Samba Rose in My Garden
Mesa,AZ

“Earth awashed in cleansing tears, yet spring arrives and fragrant roses bloom”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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

#Haibun: Midnight blue sky

In the midnight blue sky, there is no pestilence or disease, only the brief flash of a dying star. There are no planes, only stars and the waxing moon. Somewhere high in the universe beyond my sight a cosmos is being born. I wrap my old blue sweater tighter still, giving myself a hug pretending it is my long passed mother. I am grateful she is gone and safe from this madness, for she lived through so much. She spoke often of the great depression and I listened. She told of hard and lean times, but there was always a pot of beans simmering on the stove to feed anyone who may be hungry. It’s because of these talks that my pantry is always well stocked. All those conversations all those years ago, did she know she was preparing me for this?

celestial night sky
each twinkling star a prayer
beacons for passed souls

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: No. 170 Theme Prompt

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 23 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 on her Amazon Author Page

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