Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The Morrigan
The last recollection I have is the ravens in the onyx night. I am swirling in this void as flurries of wings caress my cheeks with their delicate feathers. They called to me from high in the starlit sky and then I dreamt I was the moon, and I was the light where there was darkness. I am a luminous orb in the starless twilight, as they race to touch my delicate face but I am much too far away. I try to move closer to my devoted flock but I am frozen in the cold night sky.
In my dream, I cry out their names and they mine, and I awaken from their plaintive calls. Blue-black feathers surround me as hot tears spill onto the moonlit pillow.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery #2 Sarah is hosting our second prosery prompt and we are to use the sentence “I dreamt I was the moon” in our story of 144 words maximum. This story is 128 words, excluding the title.
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#Haiku: Crow
crow perched on bare branch-
on dusky grey autumn sky
striking silhouette
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Weekend meditation # 94 Crow
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Promote Yourself Monday July 22, 2019
Hello everyone- It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Pop over to the site, share your latest and read some of the offerings. Have a fabulous week- Linda
Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to postonelink to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from yourblog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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Black Amethyst Sky
He was the sun, the moon, the black amethyst sky
His voice thundered in the air, a timeless familiar melody
played by a thousand haunting bass drums
My heart now no longer mine, adrift in a vast ocean of emptiness
for my eternal love has gone, sailing to far off unknown shores
yet still, I ache and yearn to die in his sheltering arms
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Dedicated to a dear friend who recently lost someone she loves.
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge Magaly has asked us to pick any two prompts and write a senryu, elfchen, or cherita based on them. I wrote a cherita based on the following two prompts:
Putting my feet in the Dirt: Writing Prompts July Day 21-She was the sun (I used he) and MLMM: Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, Eternal Love
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The Ebb and Flow of Life
“To die is landing on some distant shore.”- John Dryden
Ebbing and flowing
restless tides of my mind
seeking clarity without disparity
As I wander these soft sandy shores
I ponder what happens after we take
our last ragged breath, is there more?
The rush of wind in the sea grasses
whispered cries as if the now dead
are calling to me from afar, yearning
for a soothing voice so they could speak
sweet words of joy, and less of melancholy
And if they could find any way
to communicate after they’re gone
I like to think they would say
The afterlife is thriving and beautiful
with no strife it’s quite lovely here
and every brilliant new day greets us
with a dramatic watercolor dawn
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo: Thursday photo Prompt Clarity
Poets United: Poetry Pantry #487
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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#Haiku: Summer Wind
not a rippling leaf
no respite from stifling heat
summer wind silence
©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
Ronovan Writes #Weekly Haiku Challenge #262 Ripple & Wind
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Conversation with the Moon
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” Oscar Wilde
And the Thunder moon whispered to me
I miss your soft lips and adoring eyes
come gaze upon my mercurial light
shimmering in the lonesome night.
Come bask in my cool calm caress,
I’ll share the dreams of our universe
We’ll talk until the pink rose of dawn,
and greet the magnificent vivid sun.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Poetry begins with a lump in the throat
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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