Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
What choice is this to make,
to take another’s life to sustain my own?
Caught between steel blade and grey stone,
an innocent white lamb and the devil’s own
the path is strewn with littered bones
no beauty here only cankered moonstones
left poisoned, tainted by the ancient crones
whose wild madness was their own
with a lasting gift to us of decaying trees
as they wither, tremble and groan.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Art Flash/55
Your description is full of both beauty and pain – every line a gem, but especially this couplet:
Caught between steel blade and grey stone,
an innocent white lamb and the devil’s own
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Thank you Kerry.
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Love this! ❤️ Yours is a righteous approach to the artwork with stunning and vivid imagery! 😀
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Thank you Sanaa!
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There is a beautiful rhythm in this …. meant to be read aloud.
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Thank you so much!
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I wonder sometimes if there is any real choice for us… we are always caught there, and the narrow road is too often a nose.
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Yes, to be sure. Thank you Bjorn.
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An unenviable predicament to be in. One hopes there might be a third way forwards.
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Yes, one would hope. Thank you.
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In my opinion, this could be a metaphor for so many things… I really admire the rhyme – I need to put more effort in a few more rhymes in my poems – I’ve gotten lazy.
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Thank you Margaret.
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Beautiful writing… I too think it needs to be read out loud. I wrote rhyme into my poem, but yours flows beautifully.
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Thank you Susie.
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