Charmed Chaos
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#Haibun: Midnight blue sky
In the midnight blue sky, there is no pestilence or disease, only the brief flash of a dying star. There are no planes, only stars and the waxing moon. Somewhere high in the universe beyond my sight a cosmos is being born. I wrap my old blue sweater tighter still, giving myself a hug pretending it is my long passed mother. I am grateful she is gone and safe from this madness, for she lived through so much. She spoke often of the great depression and I listened. She told of hard and lean times, but there was always a pot of beans simmering on the stove to feed anyone who may be hungry. It’s because of these talks that my pantry is always well stocked. All those conversations all those years ago, did she know she was preparing me for this?
celestial night sky
each twinkling star a prayer
beacons for passed souls
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: No. 170 Theme Prompt
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
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Beautiful Linda
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Thank you Paul.
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My pleasure Linda 🙂
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Beautiful and so bittersweet. I’m glad my parents aren’t around for this, though I miss their words of tenderness. The night is lonely but present with them too. Thanks for sharing this at earthweal.
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Thank you Brendan.
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Lovely to contemplate the stars at these times when we hunger for untouched spaces. My grandma told me stories about the Depression. The “hoboes” knew grandma’s house was a place where they would always be given something to eat, even though fivehungry teenagers lived in that house. I cant imagine what her face would look like if she was seeing what we are seeing now. Her face was like mine – we can never hide what we are thinking and feeling. Smiles. Lovely to see you at earthweal, Linda.
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Thank you Sherry.
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Who knew there would be a “now’. I find we have to not too much back and forth to my mom. No one want to exposing her to this virus. We are living in dangerous times. A good one Linda.
Pat
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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“ She spoke often of the great depression and I listened.”
Sounds like YOU were preparing you for this as well.
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Yes, in all likelihood. Thank you!
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I loved this, Linda. Beautiful. ❤
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Thank you Vashti.
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