#Silent Sunday

Rio Samba Rose
Mesa, Az
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

“I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.” 

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

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#Haiku: A Field of Dried Grass

journeys abrupt end
silent wind rustles through
a field of dried grass

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem: #1773 Kick off A month full of Beauty- A field of Dried Grass- Basho

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

Secret Language

Jason Limberg
Used with Permission

What secret language do the reindeer speak
when tender autumn hovers, trembling
hanging in frost edged grey dawn air
a foreshadowing of frigid cold to come.

Frosted copper leaves have fallen
the towering trees stripped bare
for brittle winter ice is coming
so they hover ever closer together
as the first delicate flakes float free.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Art Flash/55 in November

Burrow

Burrow
down to the depths
the tomb of hell awaits
gaping mouths, hungry for lost souls
fresh blood
hot flesh, tainted from sin and greed
feast of the seven sins
ripe and ready
to eat.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: #151 Dig & Grave Synonyms only

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

Autumn’s Lumbering Light

In autumn’s lumbering light,
as wind howls, undressing trees
I thought I saw
a glimpse of golden brown eyes
yet I know it musn’t be, (crushed)
as you’ve been gone so many years
for the seasonal rains and I
have shed a river of useless tears
while drowning in both- sadness and bliss.

When white star jasmine blooms
on a cold brisk night, its scent wafting
heavy on crisp evening air, are you
whispering through emerald leaves
calling my name, (hushed) or is
my mind playing its endless game
that you are still here with me?

When a great horned owl cries
on high from the tallest pinyon pine
who, who, who, who, and I
sit alone under ghost- pale moonlight
awash in my melancholic plight,
that’s when I feel the softest touch
of your cool hand brush
against my warm cheek, (blushed)
or is it only a sly wayward breeze?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United Midweek Motif: A Million Years Howl when voices whisper among the trees

Also linking to dVerse Poets Pub where I am hosting tonight. Come by and share a poem, read the works of other poets and join in the fun! The Pub opens at 3PM EST. dVerse Poets Pub: OLN Casting a Spell

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

#Haiku: Virginia Bluebells

carpenter bee rests
drawn to Virginia bluebells
swaying in the breeze

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1772 Virginia Bluebell

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page

#Troiku: Fireflies

Wikimedia Commons

longing for the grass
emerging from the damp earth
lightning bugs take wing

at the bottom of the pool
green bullfrog awaits
autumn’s glowing feast

those fireflies
sending signals for a mate
hoards of blinking lights

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

At Carpe Diem, we have been challenged to write a troiku using the following Haiku:

longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.

© Buson

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