Finding Herself

It’s been 20 years since Virginia stepped through the battered door to her childhood home. Her mother died and the house became hers, along with a cryptic handwritten note left behind.

Virginia, you will love again the stranger who was your self but you must live in the house where you began.’

Six months later and the note still confounds her.
Each day, Virginia attempts to write at her mother’s desk, but no words come. It’s been two years of writer’s block hell.

After another sleepless night, she sits at the desk. Searching through drawers, she finds a leather portfolio and opens it. A sheaf of handwritten pages spill out. Her pages, notes from the first novel she attempted to write at 15. She begins to read and her words come alive on the page. And there, in that moment, she understands the note.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I managed 144 words exactly for the dVerse Prompt!

dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery #3 Love After Love


#Haiku: Desert Milkweed

In My Garden: Mesa, AZ

orange desert milkweed

monarch butterfly’s haven

nest for tiny eggs

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1727 Desert Milkweed

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 22 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:
and her Amazon Author Page

Promote Yourself Monday August 19, 2019

Hi All- It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Pop over to the site, share your words, and read some of the other works submitted! Have an amazing week- Linda

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By Design

“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”― Hermann Hesse

Life by design
Deep and mysterious
Sweet melody of falling rain
Origin of our creation
Luminous reflection
We…are water

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Wordy Weekend Challenge Messages in Water

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: No. 140 Light & Dark Synonyms only

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #490


Hanging in my writing room

I have written poetry and stories most of my life, but it wasn’t until I left my 35+ years career that it became my passion. When I decided to start my blog, I told no one what I was going to do. I’ll never forget the day when I told my husband, “I’m going to start a blog and I am going to write.” His response- ‘Okay.’ A fateful day indeed- February 27, 2017.

The first few months were tough, but I kept writing, never giving up. I found the scattered likes and comments in those early days defeating, for in and of itself the silence spoke volumes to me. No one likes my writing, no one gets me, am I deluding myself?

But I kept writing, I kept reading, I kept blogging. And, people found me and started commenting on my words. I take all those comments, positive and negative in and think on them. I find there is value in them all. In June of 2017, I won my first writing challenge. I cried big tears that day!

Once I found sites like Poets United, Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, and dVerse, I felt I found ‘my people.’ Today, the most frustrating aspect of writing comes from promoting it in Twitterland. I have over 4200 followers; yet seldom do any of them comment. I’ve realized that Twitter is nothing more than a numbers game. Many writers on Twitter think of poets as ‘wannabe’ writers, and to that I say ‘Whatever.’

What matters to me, are the true artists who give thoughtful comments that make me think, and help me to grow as a writer.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: The print above hangs in my writing room. It was a gift from my husband. To me, that about sums it up. It keeps me humble and makes me smile.

Poets United: Moonlight Musings: the interactive edition #1

#Troiku: Peonies

budding peonies
nirvana for honeybees
gathering pollen

budding peonies
flouncy dress of pink petals
graceful in the breeze

nirvana for honeybees
golden stamens rise
heart of the flower

gathering pollen
flitting flower to flower
spreading peony love

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1726 Peony (Troiku)

What Matters

Hushed whispers of the turning page
Leaden weight of the words in my hands.
As shadows dance on textured walls
The story unfolds in endless waves
And my mind once shackled, now free
Of heavy chains binding me to this life.

Surrounded by books for they’ve become my life
Never tiring of thoughts on the written page
For words are ancient keys to be forever free.
And each time I hold them in my hands
Memories wash over, an ocean of waves
crashing against a mentality built of solid walls.

Here in my peaceful mind, there are no walls
No death to fear for I am eternal, cherishing life
I rewrite my troubled past, ride the restless waves
As I turn yet another yellowing page
Caressing each one with soft wrinkled hands
For the poetry I write sets my anxious soul free.

In this world of words my heart roams free
There are no confining grey stone walls
For I hold so many ideas in these hands
That enrich and fill my precious book of life
As I inscribe page after page after page
Tears spill from my grateful eyes in sea salt waves.

I ride my emotions on the cresting waves
No longer in prison my thoughts are free.
With each dusty sigh of the turning page,
I create open doors where solid walls
Imprisoned me and what I wanted in my life
While I re-write destiny with these two hands.

Sometimes the ache in my weary hands
Floods my mind, comes in painful waves
Yet I would not change anything in this life
For there is always a price for living free
And the tearing down of society’s walls
As each generation writes another page.

Though these hands are now old, I am alive and free
As stormy blue waves erode crumbling walls
I pen the story of my vibrant life, scribing it on the page.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is my first time to write a Sestina, a complicated form.

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Forms Sestina

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 22 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:
and her Amazon Author Page

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