Frigid Twilight

In weathered sheaves of light 
before gnarled hands can rest 
silver strands flow through as 
painful memories come to mind

With each tarnished grey knot 
spiteful deeds and dead lovers cry
remorseful tears roll down a lined face
frozen in songs of frigid twilight 

Pale ghosts of the past haunt her  
tormenting her languid soul
whispering for final retribution
for all transgressions done

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #177

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 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

Murder of Crows

They share dark dreams and visceral prose 
While above a murder of screeching crows 
Binds their souls to scorching sin town

Driving a rusty winged cadillac
As they slip out the back Jack
When they can’t pay the rent 
On their one room dirt shack 
That looks down from the escarpment to Hell

Heading west to the famous Fremont Hotel  
Where shrimp cocktails are still ninety-nine cents
And they bet their last dime on black 29
In the hopes of scoring a big win

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #176

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 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

Queen of the Night

On my walk: Mesa, AZ

Queen of the Night cactus blooms 
under early morning half-gone moon

Zealous honeybees at dawn wander 
In tender- throated petal valleys
Drinking virgin dew-drenched nectar 
Gathering golden pollen powder
Before brutal August sun destroys
Palest snow-white fragile flowers

©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 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

Against an Aubergine Sky

“Oh girl among the roses, oh crush of doves, oh fortress of fishes and rosebushes, your soul is a bottle filled with thirsty salt, and your skin, a bell filled with grapes.”- Ode with a Lament, Pablo Neruda

My heart shines bright
Like a burnished peach rose
As each velvet petal unfolds
This life we have together
Sparkles in stark repose
Against an aubergine sky
Breath-stopping colors as I cry
Out your precious name
Setting my soul aflame
With your fiery eyes

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #134: We {Heart} Poems

haunting Echo

“glass will cut you every day, and sometimes you will crawl through hell

to feel the sun.” ― Ben Ditmars

Indigo twilight slides in with stealthy whispers 
While waning candlelight flames tremble and waver 
The jade bottle is empty and the crystal glass heavy

Closing ocean wave eyes, my dream memories come alive
Of fresh rain on rugged mountains, red fire in western sky
When we held each other close on a cold stormy night

The rough brush of hardened hands against silken skin
Running calloused fingers over my silken thighs
The haunting echo of youthful love back then, back when

We were whole, our souls an inner smoldering light
Of fresh rain on rugged mountains, red fire in western sky
When we held each other close on a cold stormy night

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #174

Transcendence

“How does the ordinary person come to the transcendent? For a start, I would say, study poetry. Learn how to read a poem. You need not have the experience to get the message, or at least some indication of the message. It may come gradually. (92)” 

― Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor

When spirit transcends the gossamer veil
My naked soul shows no remorse or shame
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name

No way to know when the lightness will come
Soaring in a starry sky on diamond moonbeams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams

No worries of the past, no dreams of tomorrow
Elusive scent of jasmine sets my heart aflame  
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name

And once the last sough of breath is released
I’ll float high above in calming turquoise streams
When clay and flowers murmur my sacred name
I’ll chase black crows in my wandering dreams

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Mirrored Refrain

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 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

Rare Gift From The Rain

Rain Lilies in my Garden- Mesa, AZ

Every cloud has a silver lining.- English Proverb

Pushing up through water logged earth, 
Long emerald leaves bowing from 
The ponderous weight of heavy rain 
Tender shoots absorb precious water, 
Creating buds that soon will bloom
Filling the weary water-starved garden
With a delightful miraculous sight
Of delicate painted pink beauties  
As dainty rain lilies blossom
In a fairy-like abundant array
Delighting glistening tear-drenched eyes
With a rare gift from the onslaught of rain

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poetics: The Proverbial

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