Charmed Chaos
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On And On
Writing memories with ink’s stain
As words bleed upon white paper
In morning’s amber light of dawn
While the rest of the world sleeps
Song birds are beginning their day
I put a voice to my wandering thoughts
So long after I’m dead, other poetic souls
May ponder them on cold dark winter nights
When frigid air breathes blue frost clouds
As they drink candlelight cups of steaming hot
Mulled wine to warm their dog-tired souls
They read the words put to paper long ago
And though my flesh, my breath, are gone
My poems will live on and on
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
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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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Yes they will “live on and on” A beautiful description from a poet’s heart❣️🙏
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Thank you so much.
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Some “dog tired soul” will be lucky to read them. I love your poetry!
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Thank you so much!
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We are those who are blessed with words …
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They will live on, and very likely make other lives better for having read them. The words we share–especially during difficult times, I think–are small miracles.
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I agree. 🙏🏻❤️
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Ah, may it indeed be so – for all of us.
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Yes!
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My poems may also live for ages if I could find a safe place to keep them, but not because I’m famous.
I am an amateur writer, I write because I like to write. But it wouldn’t be much fun if I had no one to read my stuff.
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They live on today, tomorrow and afterwards because they infuse beauty and hope in its readers! 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa. 🙏🏻❤️😘
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A lovely opening stanza, Linda, a scene that’s familiar to a fellow morning writer. We are fortunate to have the Internet, a place to share our poetry, where it can live on. I like the idea of other poetic souls pondering our words ‘on cold dark winter nights / When frigid air breathes blue frost clouds’.
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Thank you Kim.
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Yes! Our words carry us on, even after we’re gone.
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Yes, they do. Thank you Frank.
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It’s really true, right? We put our thoughts, dreams, hopes, fears, sometimes random thoughts into our poems. We post the online…sometimes keep them in journals. And when we are gone, they will be there…..I wonder what my children will do with all my ramblings?
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Yes, so true. Thank you Lillian.
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