Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine
A Gentle Sigh
And since you hung the moon
now that you’ve gone,
will it slip from the sky
and float away
into the dark river
under the watchful eye
of the wise all knowing owl?
And as I watch
from my fortress window
will you whisper to me
on the wind
a mournful sigh
a last goodbye?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Art Flash/ 55 in October
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 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 her Amazon Author Page
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#Haiku: Shepherd’s Purse
delicate heart seeds
bursting open, spreading love
with graceful white blooms
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1755 Shepherd’s Purse
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The One Stark Truth
“No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.”
― Carroll Bryant
The days are finally cooler so I find myself spending more time in the garden. There is a lot to do in fall here in my desert oasis. It’s a time to prune the roses, trim bushes and cleaning up from the monsoons. With sadness, I remove what’s left of once vibrant plants that did not survive the baking heat of summer.
This morning as I am trimming the rampant herbs, I come across the remains of a love bird. I’m not sure how he died, it could have been in a myriad of ways. A stray cat that frequents the garden may have gotten lucky, only to realize this is not your typical tasty bird. A rodent may have found its way in and took its life. Or, as we humans do every day, it may have died from old age.
If ever there is one stark truth evident in the garden, it is this- the endless cycle of life and death. Come spring when I plant flowers and vegetables, life is blooming all around me. In summer, there is the slow deterioration and plants die in the burning sun. After over twenty years of gardening in the desert, I know there is no amount of water that will ease its intensity.
October is a month of contemplation and introspection for me. I turned another year older on the first and I know, like the lovebird, my time grows shorter with each passing day. I cherish every breath of life and each coming of another season, grateful I am still here.
autumn renewal
life and death, a garden’s truth
in every veined leaf
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Poets United: Midweek Motif Truth
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Forever
Forever has only just begun
with each precious day that passes on
Diamond stars still sparkle in blue night sky,
Golden sun still shines happy and gay
Pearl moon still croons to hidden lovers
and as each magical season passes by,
another comes to take its place
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Try Everything
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 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 her Amazon Author Page
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Delectable Burrata
Plump red tomato you are sublime
fresh off the sunlit emerald vine
Quartered and dressed
in sea salt and black pepper,
Surrounding a pearly burrata
filled with luscious creamy cheese
Topped with a scattering of sweet basil leaves
fresh from the kitchen garden
A drizzle of chartreuse olive oil captures
bright flavors of sunshine and summer
with a final splash of dark balsamic vinegar ~
A delectable dish that tastes like heaven!
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics- Looking for Sustenance
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#Shadorma: The Red Bridge
“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
― George Cooper
Rustling leaves
painting forest floor
old red bridge
inviting
a walk through autumn’s landscape
contemplating life
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: #147 Poet’s Choice
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Haibun: The Encounter
It’s Saturday morning, September 28, 2019. I have written and published a poem dedicated to my husband for our 23rd wedding anniversary. This anniversary is unusual because every year we go out of town to celebrate. The day has an air of uncertainty, as if the stars are not aligned because we are doing something different. This is a day of mixed feelings for you see today we are attending a memorial service. Who is not of importance here, but suffice it to say we are feeling less than joyful.
Which brings me to my reason for writing this. My husband reads the poem and loves it. The name of the poem is ‘My Love is the Blue Dragonfly.’ We hug and it is perfect. Our bond is strong, even after all these years.
As we are looking out the window, there in our garden is a huge blue dragonfly flitting about, swirling in the air! We step outside and watch him for several minutes as he performs his aerial act. He comes so close I can see his big eyes, but doesn’t ever land nearby. We have never seen a blue one in our yard before, only Red Skimmers. We look at one another and know – this is a sign.
Bright blue dragonfly
live today, be here, be now
dance in autumn breeze
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday Insects
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