
threatening grey skies-
hushed breath of cold wind rattling
ashen leaves of fall
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Ronovan Writes Weekly #Haiku Challenge 130
Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No 201
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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

A swiftly failing memory
cast in hues of black and sepia
an 8 MM movie
flickering shadows on a blank screen
caught between imagination and reality,
life becomes a deep dark dream.
And in this fugue mental state
when a mind is fading, waning
thoughts move like sliding doors
on a dirty rusted iron track
getting caught in all the debris
of insignificant memories.
And then there are those days
when the mind is crystal clear
and the lovely music of yesterday
still wafts on the fragrant air
remembering those you hold dear
before in darkness, they slip away.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This is how I imagine Alzheimer’s to be. My mother had some dementia in her later days, but I am grateful she never forgot me or my husband.
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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

No snowflakes drifting into a blanket of cashmere
Or the bitter cold of winter settling into bones
No fierce winds howling in angry March skies
Or bright blooming daffodils announcing spring
No butterflies of summer taking their first flight
Or golden fireflies twinkling on a rainy night
When autumn arrives as November ambles in
Adorned with an indigo harvest moon
A jeweled bauble in a fuzzy peach sky
Green trees now dressed in hues of an artist palette
Painted in shades of russet, gamboge, and scarlet
And chilly mornings announce its glorious presence
As the sharp tang of ginger and cinnamon drifts on air
Gifting us with time to reflect, to give thanks, and share
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics What Does November Mean to You?
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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Happiness is an elusive hummingbird
With iridescent feathers taunting and teasing
Tiny black fruit flies swarming in evening breeze
I watch this graceful dance of life and death
As the brilliant jeweled bird flicks his forked tongue
Savoring every tasty bite before taking flight
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday Lillian is hosting today and we are generating some happiness!

“And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days…”
― Dylan Thomas, Collected Poems
Tread lightly upon worn timbered stairs
Leading to autumn’s cool embrace
With lumbering care, slip
Into welcoming arms
Of swaying russet leaves
Whispering in an elusive breeze
Feel divine grace of this sacred place
Be alive with startling beauty
Here in nature, relief
Escaping plaguing thoughts
Each step of faith we take
Brings us closer to God’s loving peace
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
The Sunday Muse #132
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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Hallow’s eve dawns and groans with a harsh billowing sigh,
An ominous prediction of darkest things to come
As threatening grey clouds rumble in an angry sky
What yonder folly awaits on horizon of tomorrow
What more can humankind take of greediness, death, and disease
Will future days be blissful, serene or rife with bleak sorrow?
As a rare blue moon rises surrounded by silence of night
Let’s join together in heart and mind, bowing our wearied heads
In reverence and pray for healing light of our hopeless plight
©2020 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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I have always been fascinated and drawn to the Isle of Man. Mannanan is a Celtic name and means The God of the Sea, the traditional first King of Mann, and Finbar means wave crest and was the name of Mannanan’s white steed.
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 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 purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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