Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.”
― Charles Bukowski
To the outer world she is gone-
Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lost
Defeated, lonesome, alone
Her heart concealed in hoarfrost
But behind her black vacant eyes
A teeming wilderness thrives
For here inside feral things survive
Roaming free to flourish, be alive
Away from the world’s deceptive lies
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Written for The Sunday Muse #182
Author’s Note: dVerse Poets Pub: OLN I am hosting Open Link Night at dVerse- Join us at 3PM EST Oct. 28th!
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
You go, girl. Keep that wilderness wild!
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Thanks Shay!
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OOOh, “ferral things survive” … shiverworthy!
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Thank you Beverly.
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I love the deep message in this! A stunning and lovely response to the image! I love it! We have missed you Linda!!
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Awww. Thank you Carrie.
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Behind her eyes, a wilderness thrives….I love that. People I have known who are considered mad, seem to me to be far closer to the truth than we supposedly normal mortals ever get. I always listen to what they have to say.
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Thank you Sherry.
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Linda, first off, I love the Buk quote. When he speaks, I listen. I love how you spun the image and the light and shadows between the stanzas or is that vice versa.
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Thank you so much Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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‘Roaming free to flourish, be alive
Away from the world’s deceptive lies’ – in many ways a saner way to be. So well crafted Linda.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Oh, this makes me want to sob. Strong and moving.
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Thank you kindly.
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“here inside feral things survive” – great. And love the Bukowski quote.
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Thank you!
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Dark delight…I so love the imagery in this poem.
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Thank you Susie!
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Great take on this prompt, Linda! Thanks for the Bukowski quote.
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Sure! Thank you.
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May she thrive and flourish, away from the deceptive lives. Thanks for hosting.
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Happy to be here Grace!
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This poem, and the Bukowski quote, really speak to me, Linda:
‘But behind her black vacant eyes
A teeming wilderness thrives’
It’s perhaps a better place than this world, with all its lies.
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Yes, indeed. Thank you Ingrid.
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This is so good, Linda. I want to know more about her.
I love the sound of “Her heart concealed in hoarfrost” and the feral things that survive within.
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Thank you so much Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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I recall reading this, can’t fathom why I didn’t sing its praise back then, but please know that I’m doing so now with great enthusiasm. And the photo…wowza perfect accompaniment. And thanks for hosting the OLN!
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You’re so welcome! Thank you for the lovely words.
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Despite the world’s misunderstanding, her strength is so obviously in her firm refusal to be dominated by the world’s lies, feral, yes, but only because she is free. Beautifully woven, Linda.
pax,
dora
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Thank you kindly Dora.
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I love it… it feels like she can protect her wildness. I just hope for an outside where it can fully bloom.
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Yes, thank you so much Bjorn.
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You know I love all things Bukowski. This a powerful, sorrowful yet hopeful blast across the bow. “We all need a little madness. How else can we cut the rope and be free?”–from ZORBA. I read this thrice, and I found deep emotions jammed between the lines.
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Thank you kindly Glenn.
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Impeccably presented, with the Bukowsky quote first. Really gritty stuff that hits. Well done.
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What a great vibe I get from this girl, maybe the world will catch up with her one day! Great write! 😍
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Thank you!
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You are writing about me. Kindly let me suggest the word “strive” instead of “lies” to end the poem. Measures rule. Though, easy not. Nice read.
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Thank you.
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Gorgeous! I totally relate! 😀 Feral things always survive, don’t they, somehow? They just find a way ❤ Thanks Linda 🙂
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Thank you!
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I like the imagery of the creative mind as a wilderness of flourishing feral things. Oh, now I’m wondering about thought carnivores.
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Thank you.
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Ferrell things do arise out of a wounded soul! Well done Linda!
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OOps I guess it should have been Feral…
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🙂
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Thank you Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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Behind her vacant stare is the survival of the wild. It makes me sad, that even one human, must conceive living in this way
Thanks for dropping by my blog
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Thank you Gillena.
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Oh my goodness, everyone’s poems are so dark this week! (Mine too, tbc) What is going on–I just want to get everyone in a big poetic group hug!
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Tis the ghoulish season!
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The inner madness is often more sane than the world that surrounds. (K)
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Yes, so true. Thank you.
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So often the world discards what it can’t understand. I love that second stanza, Linda. Great take on Shay’s pic.
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Thank you!
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‘Every-woman’s’ story … or should be. Epic use of the image.
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Thank you!
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A wilderness I do not dare to visit! Darkly well done.
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Great imagery here, I like the idea of this teeming wilderness within, beyond our seeing.
Thanks for sharing,
~peace, Jason
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Thank you kindly.
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What Shay said! Smiles.
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Thank you!
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