Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Burning Embers
Come linger with me in the inglenook
while we cuddle by the crackling fire
reading love sonnets from a tattered book
as flames and words stoke our burning desire
With fiery eyes reflecting ardor for one another
We kiss– setting our thumping hearts aflutter
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #118 In the Inglenook Come join us today at the pub where I am hosting the Monday Quadrille. The pub opens at 3PM EST!
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
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The Year of Whiting Grey
“How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.”
― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
They say sorrow
etches lines
across your face
I know this to be true
for every briny tear shed
leaves an immutable trace
of wrenching grief
you have endured
In this year
where deep sorrow prevails
prophetic news
dawning everyday
thousands dead, more to come
With each searing cry
for another’s doom
comes another
strand of whiting grey
©2020 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
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Ode to the Sun: 2020
high atop the tallest trees
Songbirds begging to the sun
show us your lovely face please
Wash away grey winter’s haze
with your brilliant bold light
And we will sing of your praise
from dawn until moon’s light
We love basking in your warmth
preening our quills, taking wing
You light up our days with grace
while we sing for early spring
©2020 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
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For Eternity
I want to gaze for eternity
upon your molten copper eyes under pale moonlight.
I want to hear your lion’s heart beat
calming the thump, thump, thumping of my fractured heart’s song.
I want to feel the heat of your hands
warming my frightened body, burning fire in my soul.
I want to taste my tears as they fall
while we drown in tempestuous impassioned love-waves.
©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
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To Be Small
“Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace” – (Dogen)
To be small among towering trees
To saunter through umber rustling leaves
Here is where my soul comes alive, thrives
When wind comes singing over hillsides
Sunset paints sky with an artist’s hand
Evening ambles in, drapes across the land
As the haunting call of common loons
Welcomes twilight and a full cold moon
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics- Stepping off the Sidewalk
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
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Azrael’s Grief
Bone weary, I heave a deep breath and prepare to move yet another soul from this life to the next. These days, I have no time to honor their passing. All I can manage is a short prayer of redemption before I move on to the next diseased body at hand.
It’s been a long year and there is no bright end in sight. Our briefing 5 years ago was to prepare for this, but none of us thought it would come down to this travesty of death. We believed goodness would prevail and it would never come to pass. But God could no longer ignore the foreboding signs, for man’s free will was running rampant.
Now, faith is gone, and day bleeds darkness. I should be more positive, but reading what I have just written I now believe even angels can lose hope.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Some Prosery Cheer! Lillian is hosting and has asked us to use the line ‘Reading what I have just written I now believe’, which is from Louise Gluck’s Faithful and Virtuous Night.
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
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Tuscan Gold of Day
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
― Franz Kafka
Melancholy light comes creeping in
mingles with dwindling tuscan gold of day
hearing mournful notes of ancient violins
with sunset’s fading comes a slipping away
Mingling with dwindling tuscan gold of day
are memories of time gone and falling tears
with sunset’s fading comes a slipping away
remembering our joyous youthful years
Memories of time gone and falling tears
drowning in the flowing river of your eyes
remembering our joyous youthful years
the wasted lows and the rapturous highs
Drowning in the flowing river of your eyes
Hearing mournful notes of ancient violins
The wasted lows and the rapturous highs
When melancholy light comes creeping in
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse: # 137
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
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