Published on Spillwords Press- Linda Lee Lyberg

Good Morning All! I am so thrilled to announce that my poem ‘This Body Mine’ has been published on Spillwords Press. Please click the link to read the post: Spillwords.com

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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

The Legend of Jump River Rosie

Jump River Rosie could pee standing up
further than any man,
betting those that came in her bar
she could out-pee them.

The bar was down by the river,
and when the sun was setting low
Rosie had had enough beer to drink
to put on quite a spectacular show.

The men would gather ’round
to see the sight of wild Rosie
dropping her worn dungarees
as she aimed for a pee- stained target
hanging on the old oak tree.

And I swear, or I’ll be forever damned
as Rosie stood there peeing
in the golden shine of the sun’s rays
she hit that darned target
every single danged time.

Now I never saw it with my own two eyes,
but I’ve heard the legend told for many a year
For Jump River Rosie was quite a woman,
because she could pee further than any man.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Bjorn has challenged us to be an ‘unreliable narrator’ and tell a story that is not mine, exaggerate and lie, but think a bit on how to expose myself. Join us at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

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

#Tanka: Autumn’s Song

amber rays of light
dance upon the forest floor
washed in sienna
contemplating autumn’s song
a chorus of dawn whispers

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Frank J. Tassone Weekly Haikai Challenge: 102 Autumn Contemplation

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 Last Fateful Day

What was it you said that last fateful day?
I remember my tears,
I know the pain


(it lives inside me)


I saw the deed done, but I can’t quite


(etched on my heart)


remember the words


(were there words?)


as I try to fill the empty
spaces you left in your haste to run.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Fill the Empty Parts

#Haiku: Corncockle

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hoverfly sipping

sweet nectar of corncockle

beauty in fuschia

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1736 Corncockle

Tempestuous Sky

The night air is oppressive as lightning flashes in the sky
Zeus wreaks havoc tonight, with his angry bolts that strike.
As a vicious storm comes roaring across the arid desert
huge raindrops hit, plopping onto dry as dust earth.
I close my eyes, breath in forgotten scent of fresh rain
As thunder shakes windowpanes, and brings the wind.

Screaming through the trees is the banshee wind
shaking and quaking their limbs against a stormy sky
birds search in vain for relief from pounding rain
fleeing in black twilight as bright lightning strikes
their silhouettes, shadows on a rain soaked earth
but they find no shelter in the storm tossed desert.

There is no haven of rest in this roiling desert
Nowhere are they safe from the powerful wind
there is nothing but the threat of a flooding earth
and the looming black blinding sinister sky,
no place to hide from the impending strikes
nor a dry nest where to rest in the pouring rain.

It seems it will never stop, this drenching rain
as it creates new rivers in washes of the desert
and every brilliant light of another bold strike
seems to feed the maniacal shrieking wind.
A black and white horror movie playing in the sky
for tonight it is Satan’s hell here on earth.

And yet, we persevere in this arid chunk of earth
enduring the long hot months without rain
sending prayers high to a cloudless sapphire sky
Please, have mercy on this dry unyielding desert.
At last our relief comes in a searing blowing wind
for far off on the horizon is an electrical strike.

Zeus throws his bolts of brilliant blue strikes
the heavens open up and drowns the dusty earth.
As the gods come riding in on the harsh wind
they bring a flooding deluge of welcome rain,
No longer dry is this thirsty parched desert
under the imposing black sinister sky.

With a final blinding strike at last comes, prayed-for rain
this torrid earth, and all the creatures surviving the desert
Endure the piercing wind, and welcome the gaping tempestuous sky.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: A third (and last for a while) sestina for the dVerse Poetry forms-Sestina WHEW!