Minstrels
Posted on June 15, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
19 Comments
“I’ve spent a lifetime
trying to learn the language of the dead”
~ Jim Harrison from Sister in Songs of Unreason
In the quiet early hours before morning blooms
I yearn to catch their voices amid the scattered ruins
and revel in the midst of their exquisite power.
Every step beyond the veil brings me ever closer
my earthly soul craves tactile memories
but when I reach, I fail for there is empty air.
In my mind a melody plays, a mystery in song
I try to be in the essence of every note and tone
but melding falls away with approaching dawn.
I pray to understand every restless night
these ethereal beings who haunt my dreams,
roaming minstrels singing of their afterlife.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Day 15 of 28 Days of Unreason- Jilly’s
Like a siren song – the feel here is of longing. This is so compelling! Do you feel your writing soaring, because it is!
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Thank you Jill. I do feel my wings! It’s wonderful.
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This was gorgeous LInda
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Thank you Andrew. I’m happy you enjoyed it!
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These words carried me places… with my ears straining to hear their melodies. A good job here😊
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Thank you Vivian. I am so happy you enjoyed reading it.
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😊
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Gorgeous!!! >3
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Thank you!
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❤
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Beautiful, Linda
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Thank you Glenda! Hope you are well.
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Beautiful. I really liked: “roaming minstrels singing of their afterlife.”
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Thank you so much. I’m happy you enjoyed reading my words.
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Loved the roaming minstrels line ☺❤
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Haha! I can always get you with a music reference! 😊❤️
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You know me well ☺❤
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Haha! Yes. ❤️
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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