Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
#Haiku: Summer sounds
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
cicadas buzzing
hypnotic lull of sprinklers
dog days of summer
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge No.228
Author’s Note: Hi everyone- I have not been writing a lot lately as I am in the midst of yearly check-ups for my breast cancer. I can’t believe it’s been a year. So far, so good- two more appointments to go!
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
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Raven and Moon
“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”
― E.E. Cummings
Black raven whispered to waning moon
I miss your face when you’re gone
I spend darkest nights longing
for you to paint blue cobalt night
with your luminous pearl sheen light~
Watching star crossed lovers kiss and swoon
while packs of grey wolves howl and croon
joyous from your magical return
and soon mother earth is whole again
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #162
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
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Across the Sky
Deep in hazy eclipsed gloom
As dark sun hides full blood moon
Earth goes silent as if in prayer
With nary a bird singing there
And in the wee dawning hours
Trees are still, and bowing flowers
Hang their heads waiting for light
To dance again across the sky
©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
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Panacea, II
They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream. –Ernest Dowson
She wallows in sombre melancholy
in shallow warmth of quivering candlelight
sipping sumptuous fruit of tangled vines, wine
a cloak of panacea for anguishing pain
Rich dark nectar blushes pale cheeks
a cascade of velvet cerise petals
stains her plump pouting lips
with its exquisite tasting blood
Burning tears fall as summer rain
spoiling the full-bodied elixir
with sober indigo melancholy
and banishing the mellow glow
She whispers of loves lost, what remains
with certainty the loss of fervent hope
drowning sorrows in self-pity and regret
as she watches the flame flicker ~ and die
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is a complete revision of a poem I first wrote back in 2018.
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
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This Gift
Dreary grey skies and vague random rain
Tap, tap tapping at my window pane
My writing room filled with whispered sighs
Of rose hues against a coal smoke sky
Such days are rare during this season
Where bright flowers fade, feeling beaten
And the scorching unrelenting sun
Setting the west on fire when day’s done
I’ll take this gift with joyful surprise
And feast on pink light with hungry eyes
For too soon, blistered sun will return
leaving in its wake, a woman spurned
©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
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Ode to Yarrow
I will pluck the yarrow fair
That more brave shall be my hand
That more warm shall be my lips
That more swift shall be my foot
May I an island be at sea
May I a rock be on land
That I can afflict any man
No man can afflict me
~ from The Carmina Gadelica
There among sweet wildflowers
pale milky yarrow stands
With a cluster of tiny blossoms
and frilly lime leafy strands
Lost among the primary brilliance
of more colorful flowers
Attracting petite winged pollinators
gathering its golden dust showers
Common starlings pluck it
to line their mossy twig nests
Tucking it in among the sticks
to ward off parasitic pests
Yarrow has ancient mystical powers
there are who choose to believe
Achilles carried it for his army
a panacea for wounds to heal
It’s believed yarrow love is a lasting love
taking forever to establish and begin
But once it’s growing it will always endure
Even with harsh neglect the love will sustain
©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
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White Hot Blue
“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
My brothers call me Sam, I’m the only girl
in a swollen sea of musk scented testosterone
Raised in a house full of grimy blacksmiths
Striking heavy headed hammers on iron
day in, day out constant pounding, grinding
while black ebony smoke chars sweaty air
Ancient leather bellows huff and labor,
provoking white blue blistering flames
A searing melting fire is a greedy bastard
when forging honed knives and fighting sabres
I guess it’s no wonder I have a penchant
for hammered metal on my tanned damp skin
As the scorching summer sun bears down
and fresh oxygen in the wind grows thin
I’m in love with the way cool iron steals pent up heat
sending it back to me in haunting trembling waves
Unbridled wanton ecstasy at the touch of hard steel
caressing my awakening body in knowing ways
©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
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