Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually. (92)”
― Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor
When spirit transcends the gossamer veil
My naked soul shows no remorse or shame
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
No way to know when the lightness will come
Soaring in a starry sky on diamond moonbeams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
No worries of the past, no dreams of tomorrow
Elusive scent of jasmine sets my heart aflame
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
And once the last sough of breath is released
I’ll float high above in calming turquoise streams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Mirrored Refrain
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
Gorgeous refrain!
“I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name”
❤
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Absolutely exquisite ……. big sigh here.
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Thank you Helen!
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Stunning art and Stunning poem!
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Lovely mirrored refrain. ‘I’ll float high above in calming turquoise streams’ seems to me to reflect perfectly the idea of transcendence.
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Uplifting and lovely poem Linda. This is my favorite part:
No way to know when the lightness will come
Soaring in a starry sky on diamond moonbeams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
Have a good weekend.
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Thank you Grace.
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Sigh…Lovely!
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Gorgeous writing!
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