Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
No rushing wind is blowing today
for the crisp clear air is cold and still
as dawn’s diligent sun peeks through
melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue
Birds rejoice from yellow-green budded trees
the only proof that a vibrant spring is near
and in my hungry soul a stirring yearning begins,
barred with lines of grief, a watershed of salted tears
Then the sweetest rush of remembrance comes
and I’m shaken to my aching old bones
my name, whispered on a downhill rolling breeze
‘It’s time now for you to come home’
even though my journey seems it’s only begun
©2021 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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
This is gorgeously, gorgeously worded, Linda! I love; “melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue.”💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa. 💖
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Beautifully written and poignant especially at the end. WOW.
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Thank you so much Lucy.
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I loved to hear you read it, and I can feel a connection between your poem and Lilian’s sorrow tied to the season. Then the confederate blue is a very nice detail… (that is another name for grey I think)
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Thank you Bjorn!
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So beautiful, and so poignant!
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Thank you Merril.
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I could bathe in these rich images! Brava, Linda!
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Thank you Frank.
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OMG that closing stanza is killer-diller, Linda. The whole thing rocks, but the closer…FANTASTICO!
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Thank you!
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Ah, the day will come when we hear our names on the downhill breeze. May that time come as gently and beautifully as you describe it.
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Your persona is sombre and sounds so tired… can feel the unspoken relief when the name is called.
Beautiful.
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Thank you kindly.
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So beautiful!!
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Thank you.
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A wonderful poem Linda. I love this…
as dawn’s diligent sun peeks through
melancholy clouds painted in confederate blue
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Thank you Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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Love it!… the sweetest rush of remembrance… this is gold. This whole poem just touched me so.
Thanks for sharing.
Pat
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, Linda. Hope you see many more springs.
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Thank you Sherry!
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The ending of this makes my heart ache.
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🙏🏻❤️
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I find the juxtaposition of the yearnings of spring and a departure from life very moving:
‘barred with lines of grief, a watershed of salted tears’ Life can be so bittersweet at times. You gave a lovely reading.
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Thank you Ingrid. It was so wonderful to see and hear you all.
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I like the alliterative sound of ‘Rush of Remembrance’, which sounds like a whisper in the crisp clear air that is cold and still, and in ‘dawn’s diligent sun’, the opposite, tangible and reliable. I enjoyed your reading, Linda, and reading your poem again this morning, I can see it outside my window. I’m not ready to leave it yet.
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Nor am I! Thank you Kim. It was so good to hear everyone’s voice. 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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How incredibly lovely …. and knowing your warrior woman history, even more meaningful. Indeed, your journey is far from over.
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Thank you Helen!
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This is beautiful, and I enjoyed your reading.
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Thank you Ken.
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stunnig piece
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Thank you.
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