Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine
Sweet Sleep of Death
As I wander this sandy rock littered shore
gentle waves lap between dark shadows and stones,
a revelation overcomes, a knowing deep in my soul
for light is falling fast now between dusk and dawn.
Your time is coming my dear friend, though too soon
as your battle scarred warrior soul braces
for that one last glimpse of this beautiful earth
where you’ve lived your life with purpose and worth.
Take a long exhausted breath, exhale and let
sweet sleep of death overcome; at last all pain will be gone
and your beautiful soul in peace, will rest.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo: Thursday Photo Prompt
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#Haiku: Summer-like
early morning blooms
withered and dried end of day
scorching summer sun
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Frank J. Tassone: #Haikai Challenge #88 summer-like
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Grey Rain
Closed coffin, no last look only to remember
your face–
those eyes that could mesmerize
with one arresting ocean blue glance
A tiny breath, for if I breathe
too much–
I’ll drift away into the memories
that haunt me to this day
The tears will come spilling, falling
grey rain–
shrouding, fading the brilliant sun
whenever I hear this mournful song.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This song was played at my husband’s funeral and even now, 25 years later it is one that gets me every time I hear it, no matter where I am. He was a musician and used to sing this to me.
dVerse Poetics: Cry Me a River
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#Troiku: Gathering Flowers
gathering flowers
unexpected guests
come to dinner
© Jane Reichhold (taken from “A Dictionary of Haiku”)
gathering flowers
spice scented geranium
lemon verbena
unexpected guests
around the old oak table
laughter in the air
come to dinner
drink the wine, eat the roast, smile
gathering of hearts
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1672 Troiku Month Unexpected Guests
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Dragon Rose
Dragon rose born of white ice and blood fire
possessing the delicate bouquet
of an innocent maiden’s desire
but alas the flower is only hearsay
a fairytale myth as the wyvern beasts of old
whose sight in the sky would turn a man cold.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: When I came across this image (on Pixabay), it made me curious because I had never heard of a dragon rose. Well, I discovered that there are a lot of places selling ‘ black dragon rose seeds’, which is a scam. From what I have read, a rose like this could never be grown from seed.
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Dragon
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Blue Time
“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light, If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.”– Henry Rollins
Blue time, you shine
beneath the shadows
when the moon is
peach fuzz luscious
and chanting rain is
a whispering pink rose
as the misty wind plays
dream song music on
your glistening fragrant skin.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Tuesday Platform
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Promote Yourself Monday, June 3rd, 2019
Good Morning Everyone! It’s Promote Yourself Monday at the Go Dog Go Cafe. Pop over to the site, share your latest and greatest, and read works of other incredible writers. Have a fantastic week- Linda
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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