Charmed Chaos
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Pale Moon Sighed
Pale moon sighed when Monarchs came
fluttering in on a weightless breeze
with delicate wings tattered and torn
from their arduous journey.
And though their lifespan short
these winged ones came to offer hope
A continuum of life and certain death
washed in shades of autumn’s blush
of crimson, gamboge, and russet.
As their wings unfurled, scattered memories
entrenched in their fragile gossamer
Ancient paths of migration emerged
carrying on their sacred lineage.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #128
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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“these winged ones came to offer hope” — we could sure use some of that!
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Yes, we could!
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The hope of butterflies…It reaches right into my spirit. Love this!
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Thank you!
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I love the hope that rises in this gorgeous poem Linda!
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Thank you!
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“their ancient lineage” and “bringing hope” …. such lovely thoughts. I love your interpretation!
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Oh–love the butterflies bringing color to the moon. A long journey to carry hope.
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Yes, thank you!
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Butterflies are a symbol of transformation. May it be so for all of us. Beautiful poem, Linda…
Elizabeth
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Thank you Elizabeth!
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My mother comes to visit in the form of a yellow butterfly, always yellow. And as a result, this line in your poem stood out for me … ‘as their wings unfurled, scattered memories.’ Thank you.
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So happy for you! Thank you Helen.
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