The Widow

Desert Rose

It’s a lovely day in my garden, and I am as happy as a woman can be. For you see, today I acquired a plant I have wanted from the first time I saw it. ‘Adenium Arabicum’, whose common name is Desert Rose. It’s a beautiful plant, a living piece of flowing sculpture. with a smooth thick bulbous trunk and waxy veined green leaves. And when it blooms, it’s a brilliant miracle. Now, nothing to do but find the perfect pot and plant it, love it, and watch it grow. I start digging around through my store of empty pots, searching for the perfect one. There- that’s it! I pull the pot from the shelf.


AAAAAAGH!!!! There she is. Looking at me with her wicked eyes, taking in the situation. My scream gets her moving, and I put the infested pot on the ground. Racing to the tool shed, I go in search of what I need. She mustn’t escape! I grab the contraption and run back to the pot. She’s still there, but now I am taking in everything around her. Nine silken sac pouches. Dear God, how long has she been here? I shudder as I prime the sprayer. I point it at the pot and she is now moving at a confident slow pace towards the top of the pot. I say to myself, maybe she senses her impending doom and that of her children. I pull the trigger and….nothing!! It’s not working, the damn sprayer is not working. Damn,damn,damn!!!!

Think Linda, Think.

Panicked, I open the sprayer, and pour the entire contents into the pot. She is trying to get away, but the insecticide overtakes her. My joy from this morning has withered, much like she is doing now. The re-potting will have to wait until my heart slows. Walking into the house, I collapse into my favorite chair.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Author’s Note: I have a deathly fear of spiders. So much so, that I can’t even step on them to kill them. I don’t like to kill anything, but spiders freak me out.

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#Haiku: Blossom Haze

heady perfumed haze


spring’s citrus-honey essence-


magnolia blossom

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Frank J. Tassone: Haikai Challenge #83

In Praise of Lizards

In My Garden- Mesa, AZ

Watering my bountiful garden in early dawn
cooling breeze in pink rose, a glorious morn
showering splashy flower beds with love
watching ornate tree lizards chase bugs
darting from a dark hiding place
scurrying away from wet sprays.

I am always astounded and amazed
how the graceful lizards race
on the concrete sand garden wall
defying gravity, so small
yet courageous and audacious.

Cocking their head from side to side
peering at me with intelligent eyes
I watch in delight as they devour breakfast
an electric-blue moth snatched from the air
a brown-black beetle running for its life
as they swallow them down with nary a care.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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#Haiku: Passing Spring

broken blue eggshell


pink rose petals fade and fall-


signs of passing spring

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1653 Passing Spring

The In-Between

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For 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

Catching glimpses of the In-Between
slipping through sliding doors of dreams
to a familiar place where grey everything
and nothing is the same yet is.

Déjà vu in hazy limbo, reality thrown akimbo
as puzzling murky thoughts reveal
which delusions are real
and that which is only make believe.

What is-was- and what was -is
for dreams with anamorphic scenes
are clips of previous moments lived
Trapped in vivid nightmares and the In-Between.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets: Poetics Limbo

Inquisitive Eyes

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Soaring in a cerulean cloudless morning sky
a festive flock of bright whimsical jewels
with turquoise tail feathers and peach-fuzz masks
such a dazzling sight sublime
to the inquisitive eyes
of my temptress muse
so I must pick up my slender pen
and upon the stark white paper
scratch her beautiful words again

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: And here we are, the last day of NaPoWriMo. I want to thank all those that gave me the encouragement and will to keep writing. I have grown as a poet, I’ve learned to listen to my tender muse and give her free reign, and I have gleaned so much knowledge reading from my fellow poets. Together, we are such a strong community from all over the world. WE DID IT!!!

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Late Afternoon in the Garden

Venus in my Garden: Mesa, Az

By late afternoon the air is cooling, so we take our wine to the garden to enjoy the shade of the velvet Mesquite. The sentinel of our backyard, it stands over 30 feet high. This is the time it begins to bloom with dense clusters of tiny pale yellow flowers on pendulous spikes.

I’ve prepared a plate of Boursin cheese slathered on crackers. One bite appetizers topped with thin sliced radishes plucked from our fertile earth. There is a soothing breeze strong enough to stir the clapper of the bronze Soleri bell. The birds join in with their melodic chirps. From high on her pedestal, Venus presides over us. Love lives here.

golden petals drift
clink of wine glasses ringing-
sunset comes too soon

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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