In Dreams

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I dream each night of a small bungalow
somewhere in the French countryside
A place to rest on the shaded verandah
to watch my simple life go by.

I wrap myself in old cashmere
I bought long ago
in a quaint Paris brocante
never minding tiny moth holes.

I tie a red bandana
’round the neck of my happy dog
so I can always spot him from afar
as we take a stroll down the dusty road
to the boulangerie for a crusty loaf.

I stir from my sleep when the sun rises
yet there is where I want to stay
lost in my dreams where I can feel
the gentle wind as it kisses my face.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics: The Indian Connection

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 26 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

Haibun: Autumn Soup

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This morning I woke to overcast skies and a distinctive coolness in the morning air. After a hot summer and volatile monsoon season, I am ready for fall.

One of my favorite aspects of the weather cooling here in Arizona is the beginning of soup season. I so enjoy the process of making a big pot of soup, and letting it cook until the flavors are perfect.

Soup is mysterious and complex yet so simple in its ingredients.

First I smash a few cloves of garlic to simmer in good quality olive oil. The air smells divine as I cut an array of vegetables into perfect bites, and add them to the sizzling oil and garlic. While they are cooking, I gather together spices and add them to the sautéed mixture. As a last touch, I douse the carmelizing veggies with red wine to deglaze the pan, and add a high quality broth. The vegetables bathe in the richness as their flavors transform and become magical.

autumn soup simmers

golden sun, jade olive oil-

mother earth colors

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Dverse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday: Soup’s On!

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 26 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 First Time

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“The older I get, the more I see there are these crevices in life where things fall in and you just can’t reach them to pull them back out. So you can sit next to them and weep or you can get up and move forward. You have to stop worrying about who’s not here and start worrying about who is.” 
― Alex Witchel, The Spare Wife

Long shadows fall across this face
hiding the march of time
the scars I’ve bore,
deep wrinkles now more
no longer of any concern

I took a gamble on you
and I did not lose
for you see me for what I am
inside still a red haired girl, outside silver curls
you brush away from my failing eyes
Yet in my ghost memories, I still see
the lonely way you looked at me
so long ago that very first time.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for Shay’s Word Garden

Author’s Note: Dedicated to my sweet husband Pete. On September 28th, we will be celebrating 26 years together!

dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night

Morning Tears

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“The morning was full of sunlight and hope.” 
― Kate Chopin, The Awakening

Morning tears and last night’s rain
White jasmine dripping with dew
A lazy snail saunters, sipping fresh water
As hummingbirds dip their beaks deep
Into throats of yellow trumpets
While early sun peeks through uncertain clouds
Wondering if more rain will come this dawn

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Written for dVerse where I am hosting. Today’s prompt is the Quadrille and the word is Morning. Come join us! The pub opens at 3PM EST. I have a dr. appointment so De will be opening the pub for me, but I’ll be along once I get home.

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 26 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

Lower Than Angels

“Nobody’s perfect. We’re all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.” 
― Jeannette Walls, Half Broke Horses

We sit under a tarnished copper sun
tethered to stones of transgressions
for the sins of our ancestors are scars we bear
with every sunrise, with every day done

What brought us to this hopeless abyss
where malaise overwhelms the broken, the weak
and ominous clouds hide the luminous light we seek?

There is no haven in the shadows of our souls
for we are lower than angels so they wait with love
until we lift our empty eyes to the turquoise sky
and pray for forgiveness for all we have done

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

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 26 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

Written for The Sunday Muse #223

With One Final Breath

“When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.” 

― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

With one final breath
A precious life is gone
Scattered with billowing winds
A dandelion’s fate
Left to chance
Where it will fall and land
A spirit seed planted
Into a bright new soul
To grow, to thrive, made whole again
As a new world opens up, begins.

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: For The Sunday Muse and for Beverly. Soar among the stars sweet soul.

And the Rains Came…

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“If people were seasons, she’d be monsoon. After every downpour, the garden laughed like her, wild and free.” 

― Meeta Ahluwalia

Summer monsoons come rolling in every night
offering a respite from harsh intense heat
As lightning and thunder light up desert skies
fat drops of hot rain fall to offer relief
Mourning doves rush from swaying trees, taking flight
Seeking a refuge from the resounding beat
I sit on my porch as the wind swirls around
creating tornados of leaves from the ground
I watch as the storm builds with tremendous force
grateful to be witness as nature takes course
While the gods play with this earth without remorse

©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar where Grace is asking us to write an Eleventh Power poem. The Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:

  1. stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.
  2. syllabic, 11 syllables each.
  3. rhymed, rhyme scheme abababccddd or ababababccc.

I love our summer storms here in Arizona!

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 26 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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