#Shadorma: Spirit Owl

Spirit owl
hovering in mist
black raven
in silence
perched, waiting for the howling
cry of the rabbit.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 142

The Butterfly, The Bee and The Tree

“We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the earth as its other creatures do.”
—Barbara Ward

The Painted Lady does not dream of fleeting fame
when flitting from flower to flower,
instead she savors every delicious sip
as she lingers amongst colorful blossoming bowers.

The honeybee does not seek righteous glory
for his life’s work gathering golden pollen
as he disperses the tiny grains to our crops
and creates amber rivers of flowing honey.

The majestic trees did not ask to be
the fallen heroes of this mistreated planet
yet indeed they deserve this prestigious honor
for they purify the very air we breathe
and grace us with their magnificence.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: For more information on pollinators, please visit pollinator.org and on how trees make a difference, please visit nwf.org

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#Haiku: Foxglove

delicate thimbles

bowing to the setting sun

pink Foxglove beauties

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1734 Foxglove

Black Feathered Sky

“Love! Love until the night collapses!” 
― Pablo Neruda, Machu Picchu

Full moon becomes an eternity in a black velvet feathered sky
Mirrored in your eyes

A million brilliant stars pale, white jasmine sweetens fragrant air
Blooming in your hair

Upon your honeyed lips, my yearning ache to dwell
Caught up in your spell

Riding high on an undulating groundswell
The earth moves below our thrashing hips
High in the sky the pearl moon collapses, a startling eclipse
Mirrored in your eyes, blooming in your hair, caught up in your spell

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is an Oviellejo, which is an Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line of up to 5 syllables. The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines. ~ from Shot Glass Journal

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

#Haiku: Yellow Sunflowers

Yellow sunflowers

waiting for the summer storm

huddling together

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1733 Sunflowers

No Fear

The feline lies supine anywhere he pleases
whether it’s on the table where we dine,
in the middle of a silky luxurious bed
or lofty down pillows where we lay our head.

He cares not for any of our house rules
nor does he expect the least affection,
unless he, the king is willing and ready
to glance with indifference in our direction.

His regal stance is one of royalty
and he shows no ounce of fealty
to the cat- scratched hand that feeds him
for we, but mere humans are here to serve
his every waking need and catnip dream pleasures.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I used to have cats but I currently am without one. This has made me long for them again. They are such amazing creatures!

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A Heart Crucified

“He started to estrange her… 
And they became strangers 
Who knew each other’s heart, 
So broken as they drifted apart.” 
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine

And so you think this vicious pain justified
a heart crucified.

But hurting should not be the ultimate price for love
on wings of a dove.

A shattered soul will revive and overcome
will heal damage done,

And dance once more with joy in the brilliant sun.
But the path to true love often is misleading
leaving you drifting alone with a broken spirit grieving,
but a heart crucified, on wings of a dove, will heal damage done.

©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

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