Month: March 2017

The Crow and I

I am meditating in the garden. I hear a fluttering near me and open my eyes. There, beside me, is a large black crow staring, cocking his head, peering at me curiously. He speaks. “What are you doing?” “I am meditating, what are you doing?”…

Grief

Grief is a Tricky Thing When you least expect it There it is rearing its ugly head Reminding you of the dead. Draining you of your life Laughing at your strife. But when it is gone A seed is planted watered with your tears…

Wanda Lee, Linda Lee & The Willow Switch

My Aunt Wanda was watching us that day. I am not sure why. Momma was either out looking for a job or working at the restaurant where she was a waitress from time to time. I loved my Aunt Wanda. I was actually named after her; she was…

Broken Man

“It is easier to build strong children than repair broken men.”- Frederick Douglass The minute he enters a room, the very air changes. Laughter and light-hearted banter halt. The atmosphere is murky and the faint smell of doom permeates every nook and cranny. He…

Dance With Me, 2006

Dance With Me -Linda Lee Lyberg, 2006 Dance with me as the morning light Creeps unto our bed. Hold me close, caress me dear Be a pillow for my head. Dance with me when I am sad Wipe my blues and tears away Whisper…

The Heart Thief

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain’t free, no no Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues You know feeling good was good enough for me Good enough for me…

Possum on the Porch

My grandma Helen died of cancer at the age of 62- the age I am now. I was 9 at the time. I attended the funeral, but I didn’t understand. Who understands the finality of death at 9? As a result, I didn’t get…

The Rose in Repose,1997

The Rose In Repose -Linda Lee Lyberg A lone gypsy rose quietly stood in the dark shadows of the fall Struggling to go on living in the midst of crumbling walls.

My Refuge

Mom never allowed me to go see Daddy once he left me alone in the car to fend for myself. It was then I started visiting a family two houses down from him. Dad had taken me over there from time to time so…

The Last Call

“DEATH COLLECTS ITS RANSOM FROM THE LIVING.”- Linda Lee Lyberg February 18,1994. 3AM. The phone beside my bed is ringing. Nothing good ever comes from a call at 3AM and this one is no different. Forcing myself from slumber, I answer. Screaming and yelling…

Growing Butterflies

“Life Began in a Garden.” I have a garden. Life is teeming within this garden. Each spade of dirt yields a tangle of earthworms that have done their job well. Rich,dark, fertile life-giving earth. In the spring and summer, a flock of 20 or…

The FlimFlam Man

My dad grew up on the stage in Vaudeville. He was in his parent’s act. At a young age, he was on stage singing a song-“Mush,Mush.” I found this out years later from an old friend of his. He was a great dancer and…

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