
walking along
my shadow beside me
watching the moon- Sodo Yamaguchi (1642-1716)
Dusk falls as I’m dreaming, walking
through my wild verdurous garden along
an unkempt path where lavender grows free, my
feet releasing its heavenly scent while my shadow
ambles along the leaf strewn ground beside
the grey stone wall, it waits in earnest for me
we look up my silhouette and I, watching
tarnished grey rain clouds race across the
painted sky as I look for full buck moon
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: A Golden Shovel written for Kerry @skyloverpoetry.
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Scent of white jasmine on a moonlit night
in-between moments of love
A nightingale singing in blue twilight
in-between moments of love
Cicadas calling from on high in trees
in-between moments of love
A golden swarm of buzzing honeybees
in-between moments of love
Flickering eyes burn with passion’s fire
in-between moments of love
Hearts release, soaring higher and higher
in-between moments of love
Her blush pink flower opening, blooming
in-between moments of love
His fiery desire swelling, consuming
in-between moments of love
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar- Chant Poems
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

“I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert.”
― Pablo Neruda
Hot dry winds and scorching sun
beating hardy wildflowers down
Only stalwart dandelions and a few stray blooms
survive in this searing summer heat~
And as another stormy season
of monsoons roar across the arid desert
gone all too soon, vibrant colorful blooms
that danced in an errant spring wind
so all that’s left are brittle drying stalks
and alien pods going to tender seed
to be spread when a wayward evening breeze
sets them afloat into humid night air
to land somewhere they will call home
and blossom with life all over again
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

This old beer joint is rockin’
and the jukebox keeps playin’
as we dance to favorite songs
kickin’ up sawdust and shufflin’
scuffed boots all night long
so we throw open wide the doors
while country crooners mourn
about a love that’s gone wrong
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: It’s our 10th anniversary at dVerse and we’re celebrating with writing a Quadrille, our own poetry form creation. The word today is ‘juke.’ Come join in the festivities!
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

With every gust of wind
butterfly changes its
place on the willow. -Matsuo Bashō (1644 – 1694)
Lightning brightens a fiery crimson sky with
rolling black thunder shaking every
leafy tree with fury as a wayward gust
blows tinder dried leaves in a swirl of
dusty biting air as a rampant angry wind
throws a tattered and torn butterfly
Like confetti falling from the sky, it changes
the color of my cloudy view with its
rainbow hues stark, out of place
amidst this raging storm, landing on
a cloistered limb, struggling to find the
safest haven on the weeping willow
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: A Golden Shovel poem written for Kerry @skyloverpoetry.The poem used is the haiku above by Matsuo Bashō. Below are the rules for a Golden Shovel:
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

It’s been a troublesome summer; not only for my garden but for myself as well. Last month, I had a hysterectomy which proved to be the most painful surgery I have ever endured. And to make matters worse, I have been unable to tend to my garden as I usually do. As a result, the last living rose that my mother and I planted over 20 years ago is dying a slow death.
I remember with clarity the day we planted the three Rio Samba roses. My mother had recently come to live with us after a decline in her health. When she retired, she moved her trailer onto a thousand acre ranch in Texas that her cousin owned. She loved living there, and soon after planted a long row of Rio Samba roses. They were her pride and joy. Thus, when she came to live with us we decided to plant Rio Sambas to see how they fared in Arizona. It was our way of helping her feel at home.
Mom taught us how to plant the young roses and helped along the way. I remember her delicate hands stained with the rich black soil we had trucked in for the new bed. Even now, as I stand here and weep over the dying rose, I can hear her voice explaining every step.
summer’s searing heat
roses fade, wither in sun
another soul gone
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: No.233
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Pain does this to a body-
pushes you to the brink
surrounds you in deceptive arms
making you believe
that it always was and always will be here
washing you up on a rusty shore
anchored by the weight of its magnitude
and there you sit, buried
in quicksand thoughts and shifting stone
Waiting for the next blinding wave
praying it will not be as intense as the last
Then one day you awaken
from the internal raging shitstorm
your body drenched in salty sweat
from the incessant fighting
preparing for the next tumultuous tide
You take a ragged breath, waiting
and realize your inner sea is calm
and bright and clear and blue as you
feel the warmth of healing sunlight on your face
for grey clouds have moved on and gone is the haze
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #167
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 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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