I Drank the Moon,II

“She didn’t quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.” 
― Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

I drank the delicious moon one balmy night
as it flowed from a celestial blue sky,
A star-lit river of planets and nebulae
Tempted me with their moonlight madness.

Pale lustrous moon tasted of silken milk,
While bonbon planets oozed with dark chocolate
Sweet nebulae, fragrant as crystalized ginger
Set my hunger afire with wanton desire.

I became entangled and trapped
within this universe of tremulous light,
a bodiless soul shimmering, in translucent air
floating with sparkling stars and drinking pale moon
Swimming in the cyan pool of my poetic mind.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is a revised poem from 2019. I enjoy going back to some of my older works and updating them.

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

Behind Vacant Eyes

“Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.” 

― Charles Bukowski

To the outer world she is gone- 
Bat-shit crazy, delusional, lost
Defeated, lonesome, alone
Her heart concealed in hoarfrost

But behind her black vacant eyes 
A teeming wilderness thrives
For here inside feral things survive
Roaming free to flourish, be alive
Away from the world’s deceptive lies

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #182

Author’s Note: dVerse Poets Pub: OLN I am hosting Open Link Night at dVerse- Join us at 3PM EST Oct. 28th!

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

Down By The Perkiomen

Our Wedding: September 28,1996

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.” 

― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

At our feet, colorful leaves from maple trees
as flute music wafts through crisp autumn air
On the banks of the Perkiomen creek
My gentle Viking man waits for me there

‘Wildflowers’ playing as I walk the leafy path
Wearing a simple pale rose silken dress
Flowers in my hair, a bouquet in my hands
Tiptoeing to a future I pray will be blessed

We utter endearing, beautiful words
Pledging our scarred hearts to each other
Words that carry on wings of songbirds
Promises and vows to always be lovers

So here we are, twenty-five years gone
Though bodies age, and thinning hair grays
In each other’s eyes we are still young
And in our hearts, our song always plays

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Dedicated to my dear husband Pete of 25 years. I pray we have at least 25 more my love! Always and Forever, Linda

Longing

Image by pasja1000 from Pixabay

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, 

Smell the sea, and feel the sky,

Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. Into the Mystic” 
― Van Morrison, Lit Up Inside: Selected Lyrics

I long to be next to the sea
as autumn breeze whispers through trees
and shadows dance with falling leaves

I long to breath the salty air
with toes in sand going nowhere
as shore birds take flight, soaring free

I long to feel crisp chill of fall
wrapped tight in my blue tattered shawl
while listening to precious peace

I long to dream with windows wide
covered head to toe, here I’ll hide
in your arms where no one can see

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetry Form: Zéjel

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 Brine of Summertime

Tuscan Melons

Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.- Greg Brown

There’s nothing sweeter than tuscan cantaloupe 
in late summer’s bloom while a fiery setting sun 
illuminates a retreating turquoise sky

We sip on bold red wine, tasting fruit bursting
with sticky juices, blending with the salty brine
of prosciutto wrapped around each luscious slice

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Always in Season

In Dappled Daylight

“savor

with me

the lushness

of a lingering sleep…

and last night’s

dream.” 

― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

In dappled daylight~
where fallen leaves
mingle with velvet moss

Here, time is soft~
lingering in radiant warmth
of a gilded setting sun

Heartbeat in harmony~
with every inhale
healing cleansing breaths

This restless spirit slows~
amidst nature’s sweet sounds
~Panacea for my soul

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: I’m hosting today at dVerse Poets Pub where we are writing a Quadrille containing the word “linger.” The pub opens at 3PM EST- Come join in the fun!

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #136 Let’s Linger

God’s Whisper

Kiara moved with lionlike grace through the crowd gathered round to hear their warlord speak. Continuing west, she stopped mid-stride when she heard a whisper. “So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm?”
Where was it coming from? The whisper became clearer as she moved towards the setting sun. The sky undulated with colors painting the lush landscape.
She closed her eyes, isolating the voice. A warm hand touched her neck where her heart was beating. Her pulse raced, as she looked up into deep golden-flecked eyes. His hair hung to his shoulders and she knew he was an elder by the markings above his right eye.
“You’ve heard me. Come; we must leave before the sacred blood rite. There are enemies among us and our leader is a fool. Those who drink from the chalice of blood will die.”

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Come join us at dVerse where Ingrid has chosen a line for us to use from the The Chimney Sweeper, a poem by William Blake. The Line is “So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.”
dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery- Doing Our Duty

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

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