Charmed Chaos
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To Be Small
“Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace” – (Dogen)
To be small among towering trees
To saunter through umber rustling leaves
Here is where my soul comes alive, thrives
When wind comes singing over hillsides
Sunset paints sky with an artist’s hand
Evening ambles in, drapes across the land
As the haunting call of common loons
Welcomes twilight and a full cold moon
©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
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This is a hunting piece Linda, and I love the little shot of internal rhyme. Incidentally I love the sound of lake loons. I find them hypnotic and thrilling. Excellent piece!
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Very haunting and mystical sound of the common loons! I felt like I was there with them while reading your words, a nice escape! 💖
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Thank you!
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so well painted the waterbirds and evening – this line in particular is outstanding
“Evening ambles in, drapes across the land”
p.s. I wish we had Loons here in the UK
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Thank you Laura!
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Lovely! I particularly like the last two lines.
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Thank you Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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“Sunset paints sky with an artist’s hand. Evening ambles in, drapes across the land,”… this is such a breathtaking image, Linda! 💝💝 There is a serene sense of calm floating throughout this poem 🙂
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“To be small among towering trees
To saunter through umber rustling leaves”
We are such a small part of nature. If only we could be satisfied to be witness, and not be intent on leaving our mark.
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So true. Thank you Ken.
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This is beautiful, and the photo is perfect accompaniment!
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Thank you.
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You describe a beautiful moment of peace and calm here so perfectly 😊
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Thank you!
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To be small….oh yes,
Beautiful!
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It was such a long time since I heard the call of the loon… I wonder where I can find them
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The mood lingers even after it is read…. well done and beautiful
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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To be awed and moved by nature is a beautiful thing. A soul stirring poem Linda.
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This is lovely, Linda. Small among trees is indeed spiritual, we have many here / my therapy. And of course after 23 years in Minnesota, loons are part of my DNA I think.
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Magnificent write, Linda. I read it again while the loons were calling in the video. Gave me the goosebumps.
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The second tribute to the waterbirds I’ve read this morning. There is nothing more beautifully haunting than the cry of the loon and your last two lines are perfect.
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Thank you!
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Sated by the contemplative, a sense of connectedness.
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Thank you Paul.
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Pleasure Linda
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