Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.”
― Joanne Harris, Chocolat
Through the open window drifts
deep melancholy notes
As an unseen cellist plays a familiar song
‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah’
And all at once I’m struck
with a heartspur so profound
as the scent of pine rosin alters the air.
Time falls away…
Vague memories become clear…
The way your hands held the hardwood bow
with measured strokes, never missing a note
As it glided across the strings of your guitar
And then how those same calloused masterful hands
with tenderness, caressed my silken hair
leaving my innocent heart exposed; bare
-Bittersweet indeed
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I am hosting dVerse Poetics today- the last one of the year. The pub opens at 3 PM EST- Come join us!
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
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 26 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
What a wonderful tale of bittersweet romance you weave, Linda! Funnily enough, I’ve just recently finished reading Chocolat.
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Thank you so much Ingrid. I love Chocolat!
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It’s a great book, and the film is good too 😊
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Yes! And Johnny Depp is easy on the eyes.
😉
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He is rather 😊
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🙂
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I love the way you tell the story around hearing that tune… it’s amazing how a song, a smell or something else can bring us back to those pivotal moments
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Yes, it truly can. It was an amazing moment that I did not expect. And it happened on the day that I wrote the prompt- I love it when that happens!
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Really nice dénouement, of the sounds coming from the cellist unseen, to the hard, callous hands, capable of such soft touch…wonderful
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Thank you so much.
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The most pungent (and therefore memorable) eros is both bitter and sweet: salted chocolate. Hurts so good here.
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Thank you Brendan.
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This is absolutely stunning, Linda. Love the “scent of pine rosin.”💝💝
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Thank you!
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Ah, so beautiful!
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I love your poem, but I’m confused. I have never witnessed someone bowing a guitar. Is that a typo, or am I just ignorant of something musical? I accepted all your prompt words as “real” but Webster and Spellcheck did not agree. Are these prompt words so obscure, so little used, that they fall off the vernacular grid?
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Hi Glenn -My husband who passed away played certain songs with a bow on his guitar, a la Jimmy Page. The author explains in the forward about the words that some were rescued from the trash heap and redefined, others were invented from the whole cloth, but most were stitched together from fragments of a hundred different languages, both living and dead.
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A bittersweet and touching memory Linda. Love how sounds and music brings the past so clearly to the present.
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Thank you so much Grace.
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A beautiful poem with a wonderful piece of music!
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Thank you Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Lovely poem, Linda and what a fascinating prompt, those words are now stuck in my head. Your husband must have been a skilled player to play guitar with a bow…JIM
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Yes, he truly was. Thank you so much Jim.
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i get how our senses can take us out of present time. i have a set of smells that take me back to sitting with my grandfather as a child. thank you for invoking these memories.
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Thank you for reading!
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Oh my god. This brings tears to my eyes, Linda.
❤
David
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Thank you so much David.
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I listened to this with the music on and darn it, now you’ve gone and made me cry.
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Thank you dear Shay.
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Bittersweet indeed.
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Thanks Jane.
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Really beautiful, Lynda 🙂 I felt a tremor of heartspur too whilst reading. And I’ve seen 2 Cellos play live (though not that song) and they are incredible ❤
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Thank you. How wonderful!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Bitter. Sweet. Your poem sensitizes us to all that those two words mean. Beautifully written, Linda.
Pax,
Dora
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Thank you Dora.
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This is so beautiful. Romantic. Sensuous.
And i luv the music you chose to share
Much💟love
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Thank you dear Gillena.
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Excellent prompt to finish the year at dVerse, Linda! Thanks for the beautiful music shared too 🙂
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Thanks for being here. So grateful for you all. I’ll be reading more tomorrow!
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Wonderful walk Linda. Thank you for letting me tag along! 🙂
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Enjoyed the company! 😊
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You have made those shivers of recognition and emotion tangible. (K)
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Thank you.
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Bittersweet is the perfect word for this. And I think you used the most significant of those obscure sorrows. Thanks for this, and for hosting such an inspiring challenge to end this bitter and not so sweet year.
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Thank you so much!
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What a lovely memory.
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effortless and apropos pen.
thanks, too, for the prompt, Linda ~
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Thank you.
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This one got me!
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