I took a nap and wept for no reason”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

And when I weep are my tears
the color of the turquoise sky
reflecting in my eyes
or are they the white feathered
clouds floating by with their weighted sighs.


My crying is a spectrum
for all simple things may bring
the trickling rain with a beautiful pain
the fragrant nose of a blush pink rose,
the flash of green of a lovebirds’ wings
the golden knees of a bumblebee
the brilliant red on a woodpecker’s head.

Weeping seems to sit, on the very edge of my soul
often comes in haste with not an hour to waste
for each passing second so precious as I grow old.


©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

27 Comments on “Spectrum

  1. I so relate to this poem. All my life I was strong and stoic….in my old age, I weep so easily………I love the beautiful images you note in your poem. Loved this!

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