
Scarlet letters emblazoned on her skin
carried on opium winds of righteousness
forsaking all moral fortitude
Blinded by an azure grey- smoke sky
religious zealots are always the first
to throw black stones into her eyes
yet who among them are sinless?
With restless grace she remains detached
unwilling to give up or give in
but instead unfurls her fragile wings
and rises above their putrid sins
She looks down on them from on high
forgives them with a melancholy sigh
and swiftly floats away on a restless wind
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg


The Sunday Muse #155
Author’s Note: Day 11 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

waterdrops sparkle
rhapsody in velvet blue-
violets in rain
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg


Author’s Note: Day 10 of National Poetry 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

“Our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.”
― Marguerite Duras
My hands that held yours
in the last months of life
have now become your hands
a parchment of antique white
Though memories of you never leave
In dark shadows of missing you,
I only need to touch my own skin
and our love comes shining through
With each swiftly passing day
as my hair becomes silvery grey
I see more and more of you
in my twinkling warm eyes and
delicately lined translucent face
for mother dear I am you
and you are me in all
our wondrous aging grace
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg


dVerse Poets Pub: MTB The Body and Poetry
Author’s Note: Day 9 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

Though the landscape is cloudy
colossal trees illuminate the past
a lifetime forgotten in rosy brown hues
of roughened bark and spiraled rings in wood.
And so you seek sweet tranquility
from yesterday for now you can see
ancient history proves this- seek and you will find
though questions aren’t normally spurious–
In our troubling times, these certainties rise up and stand
leaving you with an irrefutable truth.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Day 8 of National Poetry Month.


dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Flipping Meanings Over at dVerse Lisa has asked us to flip the meaning of a poem. After 3 attempts with other poems, I used my poem ‘Of Liquid Memories and Tears’ to flip the meaning. Not sure if this was a success, but I gave it a try!
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

Morning dew
sprinkling wildflowers
emblazoned
with color
goldenrod, chartreuse, hot pink
living confetti
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg


Author’s Note: Day 7 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

The memory of your words crushed
like stones on well trod streets
pummeled beneath the feet
of humanity
And though I tell myself
you didn’t mean what you said
they cut a swath into my heart and
infested me with a macabre plague
I tried to hide from the stinging blood
your diseased tongue drew but who knew
mere words spewed could be so cruel
With quavering rage they spilled from bared lips
your burning eyes – white flames of fire brick
I bowed my head and waited-
praying for a pensive apology
but instead there was only shocked silence
as the scent of patchouli tainted with regret
wafted through cloying air
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg


Author’s Note: Day six 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

Beneath sheltering trees
red rose lips touch mine
as a curious mockingbird sings
to gentle falling rain
In our secluded refuge
there is no lingering pain
only you and me again
as we savor lush ruby wine
and lie in a bed of leaves
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse: Quadrille #125 In Praise of the Grape
Author’s Note: I am hosting today at dVerse and we are writing a quadrille, a form created by dVerse comprised of 44 words exactly, excluding the title. Today’s word is WINE- come join us! The pub opens at 3PM EST.


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