Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I wander out in stark wilderness
where goldenrod kisses a sailor blue sky
and chartreuse leaves of pink buttercups
sway in a contrary March wind
spreading pungent lemony pollen
tempting even recalcitrant bees
I lie down amidst this chaos of life
buzzing and blooming all around me
nostalgic for my ardent youth
when hours slowly ambled
into bright summer’s song
and the thought of dying
never invaded my soul
I close my eyes and for a fleeting moment
I am young again, carefree- dancing among wildflowers
while a seductive breeze caresses my flawless tanned skin
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day One of National Poetry Writing Month!
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This reads like a calming meditation, Linda.
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Thank you.
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Welcome
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thought-sound-sight-smell-touch. It’s all there. Lovely verse.
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Thank you!
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Wow, wow, wow!💝 Such a myriad of breathtaking images here, Linda! I love; “chartreuse leaves of pink buttercups.” 😀 Your poem is definitely a burst of Spring!
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Thank you Sanaa!
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I love everything about this write, Linda. Most especially these words:
“a contrary March wind
spreading pungent lemony pollen
tempting even recalcitrant bees”
You’ve described the transition into spring so well here….and also the transition into the stage in life (for whatever reason we come to it, naturally or not, by ageing or illness or accident) when the days ahead seem less than those behind us. It causes us to reflect…and for me, to be thankful for every day regardless of what it brings. Sending you spring joy, Linda.
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Thank you Lillian. A lovely spring to you as well.
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Ah, spring is powerful.
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Yes, it is. 😊
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So many lovely images, and I like how it went from new growth of spring to thinking about the end of life.
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With every beginning… thank you Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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I could do with some slowly ambling hours about now. Where did March go? I enjoyed the imagery.
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Thank you.
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Your poem appeals to all the senses, Linda, and the breeze blows through it with the freshness of spring.
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I loved this entire poem from start to finish, Linda, but I really loved the way you connected your stanzas. Everything just streamed together into one. Lovely.
Yours,
David
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Thank you so much David.
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Ah, there are those moments when we see ourselves once again full of youthful exuberance, dancing amongst the wildflowers. Sigh
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Yes. Thank you.
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Ah, there are those moments when we see ourselves once again full of youthful exuberance, dancing amongst the wildflowers. Sigh
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ou had me at goldenrod kissing a sailor blue sky. And not thinking about death.
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The nostalgia of nature has great healing qualities for the soul. I love your poem. The pollen here is flying everywhere!
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Yes, here too Dwight!
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:>)
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Lovely poem. We’ve had a couple of wonderfully warm days here, and that put me in mind of summer. However there is a predication for freezing weather next week so it’s not quite time to crack out the shorts yet.
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It’s going to be 91 here today! Unseasonably warm for us at this time of year.
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You have really captured the rejuvenating effects of spring. It’s hard not to feel the joy of it, stepping outside into the sun!
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Thank you kindly Ingrid!
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You’re welcome 😊
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Only Old As
FLoWeR Colors
Only Young As
Colors FLoWeR..:)
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Thank you!
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🙌😊
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A perfect spring day with all the senses involved.
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Thank you!
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Excellent post for this April 1st. Be nobody’s fool Linda.
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Thanks Rob.
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Then there are the days I feel as though I am dwindling down to a precious few …. I love the sweet positivity in your poem, Linda. Have a lovely Easter weekend.
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You too Helen!
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This is beautiful ❤️
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Thank you!
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