Charmed Chaos
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Finding the Way: Day 12
verdant valley trails
lush grass sways in the cool breeze
the wind whispers peace
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Under The Plum Tree
When you see white clover sprawling in the meadow
do you still think of me even though our love
once treasured, is now with regret over?
As for me I can tell you, the plum is blooming now
I remember the promises we made
underneath its burgeoning boughs
And I will wonder ever after
if you remember too.
The yellow roses came today and I read the message within
Can we please forgive and forget all we said back then
I beg you my love can we renew our cherished love again?
And so today, I measured and took stock of all we shared
with my heart still longing, and my lonesome soul laid bare
I sent to you the dried red rose you first gave to me
with this simple note, let’s meet tonight
when the moon is bright under the plum tree.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Evening in Paris
My grandmother’s bedroom was my favorite room in her house. She was without a doubt the most famous person I’ve ever known. She was once a blues singer in Vaudeville, a graceful swan now retired to the country. She had an old-fashioned vanity dresser with a huge mirror. There were all sorts of hair brushes, makeup, and hair pins. A huge tin of various buttons and snaps that I loved looking through. But the thing I remember with a vivid clarity were the cobalt blue teardrop bottles. Evening in Paris, her favorite scent.
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In My Dreams
“We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.”
Judy Garland
In my dreams you are there, dark silhouette of a man
my sleeping eyes flutter to the hammering beat
of the song you sing when my heart takes wing
as the plaintive notes bleed into my trembling hands.
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