Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I Remember
When you said good-bye,
I remember
your teary eyes
And how your warm fingers
Caressed
my shivering arms
and then slipping, they drifted away
like faded dying petals
Falling, Falling
from a blood red rose,
whose heavy fragrance
Lingered
in the bittersweet air.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Tears in Rain- Using our senses
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Oh that lingering scent of parting… love it.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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Lovely use of the senses, and the motif of dying petals is so poignant.
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Thank you Sarah.
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That lingering caress that falls away generates an almost palpable feeling on my arm. Great job, Linda.
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Thank you, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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Wonderful. the warm fingertips against the cold arms…such an engaging of senses in this.
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Thank you, Toni.
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I liked the thought of smelling the rose in the bittersweet air at the end.
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Thank you Frank.
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An ode to the visual and olfactory, a jolt of sadness, a gfreat sense of place and moment as well.
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Thank you, Glenn.
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A lot of visuals and feelings wrapped up in this one 🙂 Beautiful poem.
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Thank you.
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So touching and beautiful.
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Thank you Beverly.
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Beautiful memories, now in the vaults of your words….
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Thank you Ivor.
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I can imagine that touch being felt long after the parting.
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Yes. Thank you Ken.
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Poignant memories
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Yes, thank you Sadje.
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A pleasure
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Well done Linda… The senses are alive in this one!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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That’s a heart-breaker of a poem, Linda, using touch and smell. I love the contrast of warm fingers and shivering arms, and the lingering bittersweet fragrance of the rose.
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Thank you, Kim.
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the contrasts here especially evocative
“warm fingers
Caressed
my shivering arms”
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Thank you, Laura.
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The whole poem is like a descent, falling. (K)
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Thank you.
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In such short, definitive span, you took me to a world you created with your words. There, I could see, touch and taste like I never did before. Thank you for creating such magic.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Simply beautiful x
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Chuck.
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