Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
From My Bed of Roses
From my bed of roses comes the telling news, winter is finally over,
the sun is shining bright and it’s time for us to bloom
Wildflowers are peeking their heads up to the turquoise sky
tiny seeds are sprouting forth, pushing ever higher
Soon butterflies will come looking for a home to lay
their specks of eggs on veined leaves of desert milkweed
Radishes are bulging from the rich black earth,
their caps of bright red ready for harvest
eaten with a cracker slathered with boursin cheese
and a luscious glass or two of red wine to drink
The lemon tree is flourishing in the brilliant light,
while bees are busy gathering pollen from each fragrant flower
And I here on my knees planting with my dirt caked hands,
am reveling in the luscious beauty of another spring
in the mercurial desert, before the broiling heat comes
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with real Toads: Song Prompt The News From Your Bed
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Tempting Peace
Some temptations are grand, a new car or furs or jewels
Diamonds glittering on every hand and fingers with perfect manicures.
And though these things are fine for some, they are not for me
for I am an humble woman with simple life goal plans
I want packets bursting with seeds, roses, and an olive tree.
In the fertile dirt as fat earthworms wriggle away
I’ll plant each tiny hope of life with my weathered hands
Watering them with love, searching for tender sprouts every day.
For here in the garden thrives sweet solitude and peace
listening to the wild things grow, my wandering soul is at rest
I watch playful lizards skittering and all my worries cease
as the shadows lengthen when the sun drops in the painted west
It’s in these rare precious moments I am indeed blessed.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is a sunset photo of my new olive tree. This tree is 3-4 years old and stands 101.5″ high. I’ve always wanted one.
Poets United: Midweek Motif Temptation
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To Be A Dandelion
“I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.”- Lilies, by Mary Oliver
I have been thinking I’d like to be a dandelion that has no home
roaming free on the sultry breeze until I find some fertile loam
And when I land in a soft emerald pasture, I’ll take root and stay
spending my days as an innocent child, joyous and amazed
I’ll raise my bright lemon face to meet the healing light,
I’ll let the bees gather golden pollen as they swarm and dive
I’ll watch the peacock butterflies flit from bloom to bloom
tasting the brilliant jeweled wildflowers, gone all too soon
But me I’ll still be standing in the hot sun, changing and
rearranging into a luminous white capped one
One day a summer gust will come, and my seeds will ascend
and I’ll float with an air of laissez-faire on the mysterious wind,
until I find a place to play and spread my thirsty roots again
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Open a Book Day 10
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Come to the River
Come to the flowing river, she said
I’ll show you the luminous pearl moon
while you feast your eyes on twinkling stars,
the warm lapping water will kiss my pink toes
as my heart drums love’s melody on my pulsing throat
–And here in blue steel shadows, I’ll shed my summer dress–
Please stay the course I beg you, don’t move, do nothing but see
while I slip into the silky depths, feeling the gentle liquid caress
my slick naked skin, I moan drifting further away floating free
for I will never be yours and you who holds my heart, not mine
all we’ll ever have are–what if–memories under a nascent moonlit sky
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Water ,Water Everywhere
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Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds
I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon
to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for me
Here in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky
It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I.
Upon encountering the raucous North wind with joy we
raise our voices and sing, blowing the white wisp weeds-to-be
we spread them into the shimmering Milky Way sea.
Now done with the deed in a whirling dervish flurry
my dragonfly steed flies me home to my bed in a hurry.
And as I shudder awake from this fantastical dream,
I find myself delighted and amazed to see
clutched within my soft hands are cottony seeds
So now I ponder, is this magical life all an elusive dream?
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads Tuesday Platform
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Just a Trace
As your lips trace my pulsing heart
down to my ample breasts,
please don’t stop there my love
continue on your quest
I have missed your rough-hewn hands
upon my peach smooth skin
I ache for you to take my soul soaring high again
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse: Quadrille #77 Ace of Poems
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The Blackout Creature
My nightly ritual as a child was to shut the closet door,
to bar the blackout creature from creeping across the floor
and crawling under my narrow bed, grabbing my exposed parts
My imaginative child’s mind reeled with dark spectral visions
of slithering crawling monsters lurking in the shadowy night,
looking for a tasty human morsel like my tiny toes, to bite
Though I may be old now some habits are hard to break
I still close the closet door and keep my limbs covered,
for who knows what lies without, what may be hovering
within this creative poet’s mind and what it can create!
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Riddikulus!
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