#Haiku: Cold wind

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

Fugue

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

The Sharp Tang of Ginger

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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

A Momentary Pause

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!

The Soft Tread of Footsteps

“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

What Yonder Folly Awaits

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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

Woman of the Sea

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Early on in his life, Mannanan was kissed on the cheek by death when he almost drowned in the turbulent sea. When he let out his last breath certain he would die in this watery grave, something swam under him and pushed his body to the surface towards the shore. All he recalls is a brilliant flash of a blue and green glowing tail, and then nothing. He woke up face down on the rocky beach, with his naked body covered in seaweed.
Now, he is an old man living alone save for his white Manx cat Finbar. They live in a thatched cottage, the very same one Mannanan was born in, on the northernmost tip of the Isle of Man south of the Point of Ayre. He and Finbar live a simple life but the memory of his brush with death and the magnificent tail haunts him. In sleep he dreams of a blue-eyed woman, red hair flowing all around him in an emerald-green sea. In the fog washed morning haze, he sees the same emerald-green in Finbar’s eyes and thinks of her.
One evening, as he and Finbar are taking their nightly walk along the rocky shore, Mananan is deep in thought. He doesn’t realize Finbar is no longer following him until he hears a deep-throated growl. “What have you found now, old boy?” as he turns around.|
Finbar is a few feet behind him, peering into an unnaturally large tide pool, batting at the water with his paw. And then, there is a flash that shakes Mannanan to his core. He runs to the edge of the pool and peers into the crystal clear water, sees the blue-green flash again and drops to his knees.|The woman of his dreams, the blue-eyed red-haired beauty, the one who has haunted his every thought since that day so long ago is looking up at him, beckoning. She is his Woman of the Sea, and she has come back for him.

©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