Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
On a Wing and a Prayer
Dancing on a tightrope of dreams and reality
Tap, tap, tapping on a thin graphite beam
Where everything and nothing is as it seems
Blinded by wispy veils of silken hair
Swirling in a stubborn stormy breeze
Wearing old hurts and deep painful scars
Crying with remorse for fallen dead leaves
Perched high between birdsong and shooting stars
Alive and breathing on a wing and a prayer
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse: #158
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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We, The Dreamers
Source: WikiArt
Let the flyleaf of April reflect
without another backward glance
masala mysteries hidden
in every ardent word written
Traversing obscure burly wood bridges
under clear lapis lazuli skies while
We, the dreamers romance the restless words
with hot pink beauty or dark orchid grief
Our hearts emblazoned on parchment
our souls sometimes lost in be-wilderness
we’ve laughed, we’ve cried,
we’ve read, we’ve shouted
Our cornsilk voices never quavering
in the face of our whispered truth
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day 30 of National Poetry Writing Month. A bittersweet day.
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Farewell to Spring
A creamy moon rises in a periwinkle sky
Bidding a fond farewell to mulberry spring
While diamond flecked stars shoot from the sky
Flying foxes and night hawks take swift wing
Bidding a fond farewell to mulberry spring
As summer warmth threatens a chilly breeze
Flying foxes and night hawks take swift wing
For this rarest of cool evenings is to be seized
As summer warmth threatens a chilly breeze
Golden fireflies dance in the damp dark meadow
So this rarest of cool evenings is to be seized
For too soon parched winds of summer will blow
Golden fireflies dance in the damp dark meadow
While diamond flecked stars shoot from the sky
For too soon parched winds of summer will blow
As a creamy moon rises in a periwinkle sky
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse OLN #291
Author’s Note: Day 29 of National Poetry Writing Month
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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#Haiku: Love-In-A-Mist
white love-in-a-mist
delicate snowflake in spring-
alien flower
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I have never seen this flower blooming in my wildflowers before! Written for Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month.
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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Ambedo
I awaken to graphite skies and rain
trickling down foggy window panes
dripping from lacy yellow green leaves
of the weeping mesquite tree
Caught in this state of ambedo~
The beauty of solitude is profound
life’s eggshell fragile mystery abounds
when trying to grasp the tangibleness
All that you find is elusive emptiness
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Bridges
Author’s note: Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month
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This Precious Moment
Today, it’s as if fall has returned to the desert. Morning dawns overcast and grey with a rouge glow in the east awaiting the rising sun. My garden is thriving; the swirling air is fragrant with roses, herbs, and citrus tree blooms.Vibrant wildflowers stand out in stark contrast to the obscured glow of the hidden sun. The tinkling of various chimes and bells playfully dancing surrounds me. A gust of wind chills my aching bones as I pull my sweater tighter around me. Bette Davis was right when she said “Old age ain’t no place for sissies!” But in spite of my aches and pains, I cherish this precious moment for I am here and grateful for my simple but rich life.
cooling spring zephyr-
dressed in supernal colors
autumn memories
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday
Author’s Note: Day 26 of National Poetry Writing Month.
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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Perserverance
Growing in the shallow crack
between sand and steel and stone
In solitude, a lovely bloom
finding its forever home
Each day, humans trample by
never pausing to look down
yet the little blossom survives
standing firm though all alone.
Then one sunny day, a little girl
spies the bright yellow flower
waits and watches as petals unfurl
until the late evening hours
When the sun dawns early morn
the brilliant blossom is gone
and in its place, ready to be reborn
Are wishes floating in sparkling sun
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month
The Sunday Muse #157
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