Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The Sound of Night -Linda Lee Lyberg Listen to the whisper of crisp autumn leaves Where by design, He magnificently weaves An aria of sweet music for the weary soul Void of silence broken as darkness slows.
The Collector -Linda Lee Lyberg How lovely is the bumble bee As he floats from flower to flower Storing pollen on his knees Seeking bounty under the bower.
God’s music whispers Through the artistic landscape Rainbow washed colors In kaleidoscopic shades Playing his calliope. Copyright © 2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Pixabay Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge
Redwoods standing tall Roots run deep in Mother Earth Imparting wisdom Under their shade canopy Bow, humbled in their presence. Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge- Ramblings of a Writer Arnaud Mesureur
His Spell -Linda Lee Lyberg Bury the past, leave it there For it does no earthly good To reexamine and lay bare Some deeds may be never understood.
The Measure of a Man -Linda Lee Lyberg The grit of a man is measured When you look into his eyes Is he one to be treasured Or is he made of lies.
Rarest Of men who love One woman forever Nordic blood runs deep in his veins Viking. Copyright © 2017 Linda Lee Lyberg 123RFphotos #urbanpoetrychallengesrare
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