Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Naive thoughts adrift on a sea of longing
in tender innocence of youth written
about love; first, lost, last and forever
and all the conflicting feelings between
for I thought I understood life
and its deeper meaning.
Looking back at those childish rhymes,
poetry was but a seed in my womb
with established roots many years ago
watered with tears from life’s wounds.
Digging deeper and deeper down
it transformed the words of youth
into a vivid flourishing garden,
where the aged poet wanders, and
is born again under the luminous spell
of a gibbous autumn moon.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets: Poetics Let us Labor
Truly beautiful, Linda. 💗
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Thank you Beckie!
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Oh this is absolutely stunning! Wish you were sitting beside me as you would have heard and audible and admiring “ohhhhh” escape my lips at the end of reading this. 🙂
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Your words mean so much to me Lillian. Thank you.
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I still wonder when my seed was sown… I think I might have hated poetry once… but somewhere it grew.
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And we are grateful that it did. Thank you Bjorn.
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I like the progression here, and I love the idea of poetry as a seed in the womb.
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Thank you kindly Sarah.
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I felt this one right…there. Wonderfully written, girl.
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Thank you!!
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Exquisite…
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Thank you Bette.
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Linda, the word that sprang to mind as I finished reading was alchemy. You’ve described poetic alchemy ❤
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Thank you Lisa!
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🙂
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The growing process takes a long time before our flowers bloom…….
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Yes. Thank you Ivor.
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This piece is a true work of art, a metamorphosis to be witnessed. Your words are lovely, Linda. Brava!
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Thank you for your lovely thoughts!
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Beautiful words, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Let’s hear it for we aging poets who have a trove of memories, experience and wisdom to dip into. My poetry from 60 years ago belong in a folder labeled LOL.
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Haha! Thank you Glenn.
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I love your ending! Writing poetry is like replowing the garden and giving birth to new plants!
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Yes, it is. Thank you Dwight.
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‘Watered with tears from life’s wounds’ Beautiful 💕
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Thank you!
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I so get that line, Linda: poetry was but a seed in my womb. I think my juvenilia was mostly love poems. Grown-up poems come from experience. I love the image of the ‘flourishing garden, where the aged poet wanders, and is born again’.
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Thank you, Kim!
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I so love the peace and symbolism of the last line, somehow it comes across that in your tempered patience of most of a lifetime, you are rewarded with poetic fruits.
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That makes me happy. Thank you Amaya.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Nice second stanza about poetry being a seed.
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Thank you Frank!
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
Love these words…
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Thank you!
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My pleasure…
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