Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Raven Dreams
Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.
-Remote Friends, Jim Harrison
Darkness before dawn-
Jackson stirs from his raven dreams
His shake tells me it’s time to go
I obey for even in the suburbs of the desert,
small creatures get eaten by coyotes
I take no chances with my four legged soulmate.
Wrapping my tattered blue sweater around me
I step out into the spectral backyard.
Our neighbor’s tree is bare of leaves
Crisp cold air slaps me, awakens my senses
At times frost forms on the fountain
and the green grass sparkles like crystal.
Looking up into the black sky I see
the glowing sliver of a waning wolf moon
surrounded by a halo of clouds
I want to howl at my insignificance
but instead I listen to cooing doves
praying for the brilliant sunrise to come.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Songs of Unreason
Author’s Note: I’m hosting at dVerse today where we are writing poems inspired by lines I have chosen from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison. If you want to join us, 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 25 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Morning Serenade
Shivering leaves in morning breeze
as breath forms whispering clouds
Quiet garden is still, creatures asleep
under warmth of fallen dead leaves.
Yellow orbs cloaked in waxy green
on the gnarled lemon tree
while high in the lush mesquite,
Grey-brown Thrasher sings to dawn.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday
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The Bend in the Creek
“People you love never die. That is what Omai had said, all those years ago. And he was right. They don’t die. Not completely. They live in your mind, the way they always lived inside you. You keep their light alive. If you remember them well enough, they can still guide you, like the shine of long-extinguished stars could guide ships in unfamiliar waters.”
― Matt Haig, How to Stop Time
Tucked among the day’s mail was a lavender envelope with her first name inscribed. Juliet paused, looking at the handwriting; it was haunting. She opened the envelope and a single slip of paper fell out tied with a rose colored ribbon. The ribbon was hers, long forgotten from many years ago. The note contained two lines. ‘Meet me today beneath the willow where the creek bends, and bring no book for this one day we’ll give to idleness. 4PM sharp.’ Was this someone toying with her, trying to hurt her with old memories?
Juliet spent the rest of the day waiting for the hours to tick by. At 3:45, she set out for the creek and her willow. With a trembling hand she pushed aside the graceful limbs, and stepped inside. A man stood in the shadows. “Oh my God-Jonathan? But…You’re dead!”
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Bring No Book!
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Love Angles
“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
*
If
you
want the
formula
for a loving life~
see flawless algorithms within
a silken caress, a yearning kiss, a breathless sigh.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is a Fibonacci written for #skyloverwordlist. Also linking to OLN at dVerse. The pub opens at 3PM EST.
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Every Feather Falling
“In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Every feather falling
from a stormy sky
another soul transforms
into a different life
No longer are they calling
Sweet hellos and long good-byes
But caught in their own firestorms
Reliving their deeds with strife
Their voices now are whispering
In lonesome sorrowful sighs
Amidst booming thunderstorms
Floating into an afterlife
But soon quiet comes after howling storms
when they evolve into magnificent light
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics
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#Haibun: New Beginnings
Christmas and New Year’s Day came and went without any raucous festivities. No holiday parties, no Feast of the Seven Fishes, no gluttonous eating or over-imbibing. After over a year of unexpected health issues, taking a breath and awaking each morning are pure joy.
The human body’s capacity to heal and regenerate is an incredible miracle. I regret I did not take better care of myself when I was younger but my cancer scare changed all that. I am comfortable in my aging skin and with it comes an humble wisdom as I savor every moment. This is my year to rejoice and embrace all my life with a fierceness born from facing my own mortality. A brilliant sunrise, a new moon, cold raindrops on my face; delightful celebrations of life.
brilliant rays of sun
peeking through ancient mesquite-
grey mockingbird sings his song
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday
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 25 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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#Haiku: Cold Moon
waning cold moon shines
sinking low in morning sky-
from the east, sunrise
©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 25 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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