Melancholia in D Minor

In his hands an ebony melancholia violin
and a forlorn bow with delicacy, captivates 
as it pierces my heart with indigo blue notes
seeking sweet solace, their place of rest
bleeding into the deepest part of my soul
where brassy trumpets never blare or shine
and wistful harpsichord’s music is forever rising
like a lonesome moon in the blackest of nights.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/weekend-mini-challenge-sarcastic.html

Poets United: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/01/poetry-pantry-437.html

Third Eye Open

Martin Guderna

At first it was to ease the pain, to pen the words that soothed
to write what I was afraid to say to spill my angst onto the page.
And then it became a hungry need, a powerful elixir to feed
my soul, to offer others hope beyond the worldly greed

As I searched for proper words a blessed miracle occurred,
I began to breathe the tiny details of this amazing planet earth
a fragile skimmer dragonfly, the lilting songs of the mockingbird
as I while away the hours watching a new butterfly emerge
I’ve had an epiphany, my third eye open, a spectacular rebirth

Now it is all this that sets my gypsy heart soaring free,
giving of words to humanity, for at last I am being
the truest person I was always meant to be
for if not today, not now… then when?

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/bits-of-inspiration-poet-discovery.html

dVerse OLN: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/24/openlinknight-236/

Bare

Waning
cold blood wolf moon
frozen in pewter sky
blast of frosty air whistles through
bare trees
shedding last withered crackling leaves
churning above dirt path
swirling umber
cyclone

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: https://colleenchesebro.com/2019/01/22/colleens-2019-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-120-cold-storm-synonymsonly/

Somewhere

Somewhere…
There is a place
Shed tears become raindrops
Golden sunshine’s gleam never burns
Your face
Dark grief is overcome with joy
Colorful flowers bloom
Fed by fresh rain
…Somewhere

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I’m in a Butterfly Cinquain mood!

Go Dog Go Cafe: https://godoggocafe.com/2019/01/22/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-january-22-2019/

dVerse Poetics: https://dversepoets.com/2019/01/22/shed-some-light-on-this-today/

Real Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-tuesday-platform-departed.html