Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
In the hours when the earth moves between darkness and light,
where murky shadows whisper and doubtful thoughts slip through
making my heart wonder what might have been had you stayed,
what color would the (bed) of roses be today where we once lay
would they be bloody red petals hewn to black and blue
or the shimmering chartreuse of clear morning dew?
Regardless of the outcome, still the poisoned thorns
would prick this fragile soul and mortally wound…
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
sad, but so lovely, Linda. ❤
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Thank you Penny.
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Very intense. How well worded.
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Thank you so kindly Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😉
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Beautiful & poignant.
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Thank you Sumana.
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Powerful words Love “shimmering chartreuse of clear morning dew”
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Ahh. Thank you so kindly.
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This was heartbreaking Linda. A most gorgeous but sad write.
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Thank you Drew.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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