
Vivid day’s end as lavender twilight descends
Gentle breezes whisper with mockingbird’s trills
While an orange tangerine sun sinks and transcends
Brisk evening air tumbles, bringing cold chills
Gentle breezes whisper with mockingbird’s trills
Singing with a broken heart of melancholic love
Brisk evening air tumbles, bringing cold chills
As his voice carries through green boughs above
Singing with a broken heart of melancholic love
I recall the agony of heartache he’s been through
As his voice carries through green boughs above
Crooning sorrow in hues of dark indigo blue
I recall the agony of heartache he’s been through
While orange tangerine sun sinks and transcends
He croons sorrow in hues of dark indigo blue
Vivid day’s end as lavender twilight descends.
©2021 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
Author’s Note: A revision of an older pantoum for this New Year. I hope you all have a wonderful year!

Life is now forever changed, rearranged
into a futuristic world of outer masks
where the warmth of a smile never shows
other than in our wary eyes
I’ve forgotten what it is like to sit
wiling away hours in a French cafe
Sipping on a glass of luscious red wine
nibbling on crusty bread and runny cheese
Surrounded by interesting strangers
with no fearful thoughts of contracting
a fatal disease while eavesdropping
on whispered murmurs of eternal love
Those hushed intimate conversations
taken for granted, the sharing of buried secrets
while precious wine flowed and lilting laughter
danced on evening air- a world devoid of any cares.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Earthweal Weekly Challenge: A Feast of Earth Fools
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

cold pearled moon rising-
gleaming in black winged crow sky
pinpricks of bright light
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Frank J. Tassone Haikai Challenge No. 171- Cold Moon/New Year’s Eve/ New Year’s Day
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 future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
I’ll not go rushing out into the world and say
look at me- I am alive! I survived!
Rather, I’ll stay in my peaceful abode,
brew a pot of herbal tea and read
wise words of obscure poets while I dream
my secret wishes for tomorrow.
I’ll ramble in my wild rebellious garden,
plant tiny seeds of hope with random wildflowers
I’ll drown in the heavy scent of winter roses
as lethargic bees, drunk on dandelion wine
and rogue butterflies migrating, Await
the colorful coming of another new spring
Instead of seeking a warm cafe’s harsh lights
and listening to meaningless conversations
I’ll search for ancient stars flickering up high
in the tumbling rippling ocean of evening sky
And count off cold short winter days until
the oblique waxing moon is round once again
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #140
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

“I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.”
― Charles Dickens
Deep in a snowy forest glen
furry red pups scamper and play
in waning light of Christmas day
before they’re called home to their den.
Perched on a limb a winter wren
sings a bright song in lands afar
when from the sky a falling star
illuminates twilight’s soft fade;
In a manger, a swaddled babe
has come to heal all mankind’s scars.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Ronovan Writes Weekly Décima Challenge: No. 37 Star in C line
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

Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet sky
Kissing goodnight to low sinking sun
When waxing moon shines, rising on high
Morning for the glorious day is over, done
Kissing goodnight to low sinking sun
Angel spreads gossamer wings, taking flight
Morning for the glorious day is over, done
As Gabriel soars into the cobalt black night
Angel spreads gossamer wings, taking flight
Surrounded by a thousand twinkling stars
As Gabriel soars into the cobalt black night
Ever higher, ascending to Venus and Mars
Surrounded by a thousand twinkling stars
When waxing moon shines, rising on high
Ever higher, ascending to Venus and Mars
Mighty Gabriel cloud in peach sherbet sky
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: A pantoum form, revised from 2018
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

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”- Jackson Pollack
Memories arrested in space,
Suspended in mid air like a flighty dandelion seed
With no where to land waiting for the moment
When energy and motion is visible to the naked eye
And finally at last lands at my awkward feet
Wanting me to notice it’s intricate beauty
The fine brush strokes of every wisp,
A perfect aerodynamic creation
Of memories and wishes arrested in space
If memories arrested in space exist
Do the emotions, the energy and motion
That comes from memories still burning
In my questioning soul at rest in timeless space
–Are they waiting with patience to be whole again?
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is a Pollock poetry form. The Pollock is a rather obscure and fairly eccentric poetry form invented by poet and art critic John Yau to pay tribute to the American abstract expressionist painter Jackson Pollock. It is a fourteen-line poem with the rather unusual requirement that the first line must be a quotation by the artist. The remaining thirteen lines consist strictly of words from Pollock’s quote, the idea being to splatter words repeatedly on the page like he famously did with paint on his canvases. You can, however take liberties as Pollock did with his art. I really like this form.
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
Dverse Poets Pub: OLN
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