Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The Old Man on Pont Neuf
It’s a misty morning
as I stand on Pont Neuf
listening to soft lapping
of water against wood
The scene is like a dream
as the fog grows thick
and then a dull tapping
of a wood cane on brick
A ghostly grey old man
out of the fog appears
wearing a coal beret
that has seen better years
He carries crusty bread
in crooked gnarled fingers
followed by noisy pigeons
begging him to linger
He pauses on the bridge
breaking bread in pieces
tossing them dry crumbs
and their cooing ceases
As he passes by me
his frail arm brushes mine
he looks me in the eye
and with a smile sighs
‘Ah, were I young again
I’d take your hand and dance
I’d ply you with red wine
we’d have a grand romance!’
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: MTB Anapestic Tetrameter
Author’s Note: Day 22 of National Poetry Month.
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
Share this:
#Haiku: Sunflower
yellow sunflower
blooming among wildflowers-
a random dropped seed
©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
Share this:
Winding River
Days trickle into months and months into years
For time is a winding river through each brief life
And yesterday is but a wounded memory
Of moments trapped in ancient amber.
But today red wine flows from the silver chalice
To ruby stained lips longing to be kissed
In remembrance of her innocence
When she was beautiful and young.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: China- Kingdom of the Poem Author’s Note: Laura is hosting today at dVerse and has asked us to choose one of the poems given and provide our own impression of it. The poem I chose is:
Winding River ~ Du Fu
Each piece of flying blossom leaves spring the less,
I grieve as myriad points float in the wind.
I watch the last ones move before my eyes,
And cannot have enough wine pass my lips.
Kingfishers nest by the little hall on the river,
Unicorns lie at the high tomb’s enclosure.
Having studied the world, one must seek joy,
For what use is the trap of passing honour?
Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month.
Share this:
Of Green Toads and Babbling Brooks
Don’t bother trying to find me
because I’ve gone away
I’ve run off to the country
to live out my remaining days.
I’ll walk a country road,
and pause by a babbling brook
I’ll laugh with a green toad
and read my favorite book.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille 126
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
Share this:
The Life of Crystal Blue Coyote
I am Crystal Blue coyote, running through the arroyos
chasing my mystic dreams with wary golden eyes
My world is this resplendent varied desert
for every season brings what I need to survive.
Spring paints the desert floor with wildflowers
I lie among them listening to honey bees
and delight in the sun glistening on butterfly wings
while high in the sprawling mesquite,
the curve billed thrasher sings
a haunting melody soothing and serene.
Summer comes rushing in with its searing heat
as the sun beats down parching my homeland
Palo Verde weep, releasing their last golden blooms
leaving only the stalwart cacti to thrive
while jack rabbits and cottontails hide in their shade
nibbling on the moist thorny flesh to stay alive.
At the end of summer comes the monsoons
warring and raging across the dying desert
I shelter in a rocky enclave to wait out the storm
From my cave-like space, I watch dust typhoons
dancing and praying for rain, and at last it comes
the rains pour from a tempest sky, flooding home.
With autumn comes spectacular sunsets
in reds, oranges, purples and hot pink
an artist’s rendering splashed on the horizon
mixing the colors against a sky of aquamarine
As I watch the vastness moving, changing,
I believe in a supreme being, one greater than me.
Winter in higher country brings intricate flakes
to the mountains surrounding the low desert
bathing them in an ethereal white glow
I venture from home, yearning to run, to play
And leave my pawprints on pristine ground
for others to find and follow on this cold winter day.
And though some men regard me with disdain
for I am an adept scavenger and wily coyote
In many ways I am blessed more than them for I
have the heart and soul to respect the beauty before me.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: For Day 18 of National Poetry Writing Month.
earthweal: Earth Day Challenge
Share this:
Moon Waltz
Restless moon dances to calls of the loon
from on high in a blue violet sky
tempting briny undercurrents to swoon
enticing frothy tides to fall, to rise
With each phase of the lemon chiffon sight
lusty oceans bow to her siren calls
as the sultry mistress moves through the night
twirling and swirling in a starry waltz
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Playing catch up as I was too busy to write yesterday. For Day 17 of National Poetry Writing month.
Share this:
Indigo Blue
Misspent youth
girl with cornsilk hair
seeking love
flower child
her old guitar still weeping
in indigo blue
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #221 Synonyms only: Search & Lost
Share this:
JUST RELEASED!
JUST RELEASED!
Bartender at
Barista at Go Dog Go Cafe
Awards Top 20 Short Story Blog
POETS CORNER
Recent Comments