Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light, If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”– Henry Rollins
Blue time, you shine
beneath the shadows
when the moon is
peach fuzz luscious
and chanting rain is
a whispering pink rose
as the misty wind plays
dream song music on
your glistening fragrant skin.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Tuesday Platform
Really good quote. Your poem that followed went well with it.
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Thank you Drew.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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If I had one word to describe this poem? Luscious.
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Thank you Margaret!
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“when the moon is/peach fuzz luscious/and chanting rain is/a whispering pink rose”: How beautiful!
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Thank you Anmol. I appreciate your kind words!
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