Deep in the Verdant Wildwood

He is the river swimmer, sleek as a brown river otter
plunging into the depths of cold murky waters,
he sits with patience waiting,
on the sandy pebbled shore
in quivering evening light.
Sparkling magic flashes from afar
deep in the verdant wildwood.
She, the elusive nymph comes for
she is the woman lit by fireflies
a tearful moonlight rendezvous
and together they roam
where their hearts belong
here, where the wild things are until
a watercolor dawn spills over the horizon
when he will return to the heart of the cold river
And she to the waiting arms of the dark forest.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note:
Today at the garden, Magaly has asked us to write a poem that includes three book titles. The three book titles I chose are:

  • The River Swimmer by Jim Harrison
  • The Woman Lit By Fireflies by Jim Harrison
  • Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak

Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge 1 Poem, 3 Titles

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Stone On My Tongue

How long has it been since I’ve said your name aloud for it sits on
my tongue like a stone, a heavy burden because you’ve gone.

Once upon a time, you held my hand and never let go
a symbol that I belonged, a message to all the others
I have chosen her, she is mine- stay far away.

I became a woman at ease with her wants and desires
and you with your melodic voice and ocean blue eyes
were happy to get burned feeding those passionate fires

Our hunger for one another never waned, a wild feral thing
with a life of its own but then one day, you went
and left me all alone without a home, dead and gone

I blame myself sometimes and often ponder –
Was it because you never knew how much I adored, loved you?
So, sits the stone on my tongue and the wondering will go on.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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From My Bed of Roses

Rio Samba Roses Mesa, AZ

From my bed of roses comes the telling news, winter is finally over,
the sun is shining bright and it’s time for us to bloom

Wildflowers are peeking their heads up to the turquoise sky
tiny seeds are sprouting forth, pushing ever higher
Soon butterflies will come looking for a home to lay
their specks of eggs on veined leaves of desert milkweed

Radishes are bulging from the rich black earth,
their caps of bright red ready for harvest
eaten with a cracker slathered with boursin cheese
and a luscious glass or two of red wine to drink

The lemon tree is flourishing in the brilliant light,
while bees are busy gathering pollen from each fragrant flower
And I here on my knees planting with my dirt caked hands,
am reveling in the luscious beauty of another spring
in the mercurial desert, before the broiling heat comes

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Tempting Peace

Olive Tree at Sunset Mesa,AZ

Some temptations are grand, a new car or furs or jewels
Diamonds glittering on every hand and fingers with perfect manicures.

And though these things are fine for some, they are not for me
for I am an humble woman with simple life goal plans
I want packets bursting with seeds, roses, and an olive tree.

In the fertile dirt as fat earthworms wriggle away
I’ll plant each tiny hope of life with my weathered hands
Watering them with love, searching for tender sprouts every day.

For here in the garden thrives sweet solitude and peace
listening to the wild things grow, my wandering soul is at rest
I watch playful lizards skittering and all my worries cease
as the shadows lengthen when the sun drops in the painted west
It’s in these rare precious moments I am indeed blessed.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This is a sunset photo of my new olive tree. This tree is 3-4 years old and stands 101.5″ high. I’ve always wanted one.

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To Be A Dandelion

“I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.”- Lilies, by Mary Oliver


I have been thinking I’d like to be a dandelion that has no home
roaming free on the sultry breeze until I find some fertile loam

And when I land in a soft emerald pasture, I’ll take root and stay
spending my days as an innocent child, joyous and amazed

I’ll raise my bright lemon face to meet the healing light,
I’ll let the bees gather golden pollen as they swarm and dive

I’ll watch the peacock butterflies flit from bloom to bloom
tasting the brilliant jeweled wildflowers, gone all too soon

But me I’ll still be standing in the hot sun, changing and
rearranging into a luminous white capped one

One day a summer gust will come, and my seeds will ascend
and I’ll float with an air of laissez-faire on the mysterious wind,
until I find a place to play and spread my thirsty roots again

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Come to the River

Come to the flowing river, she said
I’ll show you the luminous pearl moon
while you feast your eyes on twinkling stars,
the warm lapping water will kiss my pink toes
as my heart drums love’s melody on my pulsing throat

–And here in blue metal shadows, I’ll shed my summer dress–

Please stay the course I beg you, don’t move, do nothing but see
while I slip into the silky depths, feeling the gentle liquid caress
my slick naked skin, I moan drifting further away floating free
for I will never be yours and you who holds my heart, not mine
all we’ll ever have are–what if–memories under a nascent moonlit sky

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon
to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for me
Here in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky
It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I.

Upon encountering the raucous North wind with joy we
raise our voices and sing, blowing the white wisp weeds-to-be
we spread them into the shimmering Milky Way sea.
Now done with the deed in a whirling dervish flurry
my dragonfly steed flies me home to my bed in a hurry.

And as I shudder awake from this fantastical dream,
I find myself delighted and amazed to see
clutched within my soft hands are cottony seeds
So now I ponder, is this magical life all an elusive dream?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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