
delightful zinnias
tiny flowers rising up
from your heart center
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1720 Zinnias

”Butterflies are God’s confetti, thrown upon the Earth in celebration of His love.” – K. D’Angelo
To a butterfly each moment is precious
what better life?
Kissing a profusion of flowers
floating in a larkspur sky
wearing your favorite brilliant colors.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse: Wednesday Muse – Butterflies!

around the mansion
spring showers rain colors
wildflowers blooming
daisies standing strong together
cheerful faces seeking sun
peeking from dark clouds
after the storm
birds splash in glassy puddles
sing a thankful song
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Today, daisies are the flowers we are to create a troiku with. Below is the haiku given:
around the mansion
daisies standing strong together
after the storm
© Chèvrefeuille (2012)
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1719 Daisies- Troiku challenge

I’ve been thinking of death a lot, and I am amazed by its inevitability, frightened, as we all are, of the totally unknown, and yet feel a long sleep is somehow earned by those of us who live on the edge.- Jackson Pollock
I’ve been thinking of death a lot and I am amazed by its inevitability.
There are those who try to run from death, but in the end, there is no escape.
There is no sanctuary from death; no respite, no silk cocoon you can wrap yourself in to avoid it.
Death is life and life is death and therein lies the metamorphoses
for both change and death are unavoidable.
Should one fear death if it is inevitable, or push the fear of dying aside?
And in thinking of death, do we speed up our soul’s path to death?
Or does thinking of death make us more grateful for the time we have
but yet always looking over our shoulder, expecting death to arrive
into this precious life we have before death comes whispering our name.
How will death come; fragrant as a dozen red roses tied in a silk ribbon?
Or will death slither in on the belly of a snake waiting for the right moment to strike?
Will death wrap itself around you, choking your breath from you?
Death is the cold cup of coffee you never finish as you write your last words.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I came across this obscure poetry form on another poet’s site, Paul’s Poetry Playground and decided to give it a try. Essentially it is a poetry form invented by poet and art critic John Yau to pay tribute to the American abstract expressionist painter Jackson Pollock. It is a fourteen-line poem with the rather unusual requirement that the first line must be a quotation by the artist. The remaining thirteen lines consist strictly of words from Pollock’s quote, the idea being to splatter words repeatedly on the page like he famously did with paint on his canvases. But, you are also free to change the ‘rules’ as needed, much like Pollock did with his art. I most definitely colored outside the lines with my words!
Poets United Midweek Motif: Safety
dVerse OLN #248

katydids singing
red sky, sturgeon moon rising
moonlight serenade
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Frank J. Tassone: Haikai Challenge #98 Katydids
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

Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. –Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati
With a gentle tap of the tiny mallet
the iron bell rings, echoing
a long soothing note drifting on air
until the next soft strike
for to begin and end the meditation
Ring the temple bell in threes.
Breath is but a part of it,
the stilling of the raucous mind
an anxious heart should slow
to a steady thrumming
and enter the realm of divine
to hear the soul whisper.
Abstract ideas may come
and go like waters flowing
over and around worn weathered rocks
honor your thoughts, then let them go
like the deep green river flowing
be the heavy river stone,
buried in cool wet earth.
With awareness of every deep breath,
a brilliant sacred light shines from within
your soul will provide answers you seek
to soothe your tormented heart
and fill it with tranquil peace.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is my meditation space.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Purifying the Mind
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Tuesday Platform

frilly pink petals
weeping on thorny wood limbs
bougainvillea tears
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1718 Bougainvillea
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