
howling rage within
majestic trees snap in two
nowaki awakes
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: For Frank J. Tassone’s Hakai Challenge #103 windstorm (nowaki)
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 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

“That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
The poisoned words slithered in and out
of loose threaded seams, re-opening
old wounds with venomous fangs.
Soon, she realized all she needed to do
was double-stitch them up tight
so the words would never get through.
But words have an uncanny way
of crawling into you, infesting you
the words, the words, the words.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Art Flash 55

“Somewhere inside that hurting body, there is something better, something stronger, something real.”
― R. M. Drake
dim distorted mind
thoughts breaking ~ a thousand shards
carving up my life
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I am ill, and the pain weighs heavy on my mind. My nights are restless and nonsensical words fly all night in my painful head. Saw the doctor yesterday, but it will take a few days to get over this infection. Please bear with me my faithful readers, and send love and light.
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 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

She gathers feathers and broken blue eggs,
discarded treasures from the birds
A shadow box of wispy memories
are proof that life endures.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I have been ill and missed the Tuesday Poetics- Art as Inspiration but I loved the art and managed to write one today to share on Open Link Night. Still under the wether, going to doctor this afternoon. Will try to catch up on reading over the weekend, if I am on the mend.
dVerse Poets Pub: OLN #250
saintly pilgrimage
rolling hills to holy island
St. Cuthbert’s Way
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Dien Haiku Kai: #1739 St. Cuthbert’s Way
children’s innocence
worthy of a miracle
Mother Mary speaks
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1738 Camino de Fatima (Portugal)

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
We are coming to the end of a searing and brutal summer. The monotony of the heat is laborious and draining. There are only so many perfect words to describe yet another scorching day. The hours drag on like a sepia toned silent film as I watch the lethargic birds outside my window. Many sit for hours in the bird bath, seeking relief. I sit and dream, yearning for the days when I can work in my garden again.
By the end of summer I am exhausted and even depressed some days.
As a poet, I get excited about the change of this season in particular to fall. I was born in October, so I am an autumn child. For me, the autumnal equinox is a time to reflect and refresh, and an opportunity to use an earthy palette of words. It is a time to breathe a sigh of relief we made it through another desert summer.
autumn’s amber mums
leaves a riot of color
brightening each day
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday- Labor
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