Into Limpid Pools of Tranquility

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“The greatest fear in the world is of the opinions of others. And the moment you are unafraid of the crowd you are no longer a sheep, you become a lion. A great roar arises in your heart, the roar of freedom.” 

― Osho, Courage: The Joy of Living Dangerously

Staring into limpid pools of tranquility 
mesmerizing amber eyes flecked 
with golden specks reflecting 
relentless intrepid heat 
of an inner fire burning

For courageous lions will seldom acquiesce
nay, they will always resist
the expectation to conform
and follow the ignoble herd

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: Look Into My Eyes

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

With Eyes of a Child

“The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.” 

― Emily Dickinson

To look at the world with eyes of a child, 
marveling at velvet wings of butterflies 
as they float from flower to flower
Slurping sweet nectar

To while away long summer hours
searching for possibilities in wispy clouds
With ne’er a worry or care

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

The Ways of Men

When I was five, my step-grandfather tried to put his hands in places they don’t belong
But I fought him off for even I knew his actions were wrong
We were alone in his sleek sedan, the kind with one long seat
I jumped in the back, yelled and screamed
and cried all the way home

And then in my early teens, my step-father tried the same,  
When he came home late one hot Texas night 
drunker than Cooter Brown from 
the hair of the dog that he drank everyday

He put on a record- Marty Robbins singing ‘El Paso’
The sound carried through the thin walls of the trailer, waking me
He came into my room, slipped 
his hands under the threadbare sheet 
tried to touch me where a father shouldn’t 
but in my terrified state, I slapped his hands away

When I was sixteen, a man tried to lure me into his van
in the parking lot of a mall, with promises of fame and fortune
if I only would let him take photos of me, 
because I was so beautiful you see

One evening, when I was nineteen 
I came upon a disheveled man 
masturbating
in the potato chip aisle of a grocery store
I turned and ran, forgetting what I needed

So after all is said and done, I won’t ponder
On the ways of men~ Or the things they do to be seen

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #134

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Seed in my Womb

Naive thoughts adrift on a sea of longing
in tender innocence of youth written
about love; first, lost, last and forever
and all the conflicting feelings between
for I thought I understood life
and its deeper meaning.

Looking back at those childish rhymes,
poetry was but a seed in my womb
with established roots many years ago
watered with tears from life’s wounds.

Digging deeper and deeper down
it transformed the words of youth
into a vivid flourishing garden,
where the aged poet wanders, and
is born again under the luminous spell
of a gibbous autumn moon.

©2019 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 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

#Shadorma: Plant the Seed

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Plant each seed
Envision and dream
Be thankful
For all life
Brings with each gentle rising
Of bright morning sun

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #202

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Early Morning in the Garden

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This morning as a bright autumn sun 
peeks through meandering smoky clouds 
I ramble through my ancient garden, 
delighting in the budding roses
finally recovering from desert heat

I search for lime green praying mantis
who are abundant this time of year
I watch them spread their razored arms
in prayer towards turquoise heavens
lost in reverent meditation

I see tender sprouts of gay wildflowers 
pushing up through rocky grained sand
as blue belly lizards chase black beetles 
crawling on grey stone walls while they 
run away from water sprinkling flowerbeds

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics 428 Poetry as Witness

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Alice and Zeke

Alice and Zeke live in the attic of a greying weathered abandoned house. They were out hunting one night when they happened upon it in the middle of the woods. Zeke spotted a broken window near the rooftop and decided to explore. Alice followed close behind and that’s when they found the abandoned nest. It was perfect.

On brumous nights, the stale scent of humans seeps through cracks from floors below. They are safe for there is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles.

Though they are usually nocturnal hunters, today is a special day. It is mating season and they have chosen one another. Nodding and bowing in a ritualistic dance, Zeke mounts Alice with force. It is over in a matter of seconds, and Alice flies to the nest and lays eggs. There are three. The brooding begins.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Of Houses Walls and Whistling Winds Merril is hosting today and asks us to write a 144 word story using the following line from a poem by Lisel Mueller: “There is nothing behind the wall except a space where the wind whistles”-
from “Drawings By Children” by Lisel Mueller

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 her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

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