#Haiku: Joy of Light 19

black tipped ears alert

color of amber autumn

fox stalking rabbit

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019


Bluebonnet Sky

So you’ve been through the roaring fire
Leaving you maimed, a soul of charred ashes
But rising from this molten funeral pyre
Comes a new woman with scars on scars.

You must know though flawed, you are beautiful
for you shimmer with the light of fractured stars
and you’ve heard the haunting mystical song
of the grey mockingbird in pink light of dawn
His singing sets your broken heart free to soar–
Euphoria your guide, higher and brighter
while you dance with glee in a majestic bluebonnet sky.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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#Haiku: Joy of Light 18

glorious morning

blue trumpets greet rising sun

symphony for dawn

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019

Drowning in You

And if I should fall into the abyss of you
would you follow me down and together
we cascade into a waterfall of love?
As we swirl
in the blue shimmering waters 
caught in this whirlpool of emotions
raging in our loins, drowning
in each other’s eyes
will you take my hand and
never let go?

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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Kauai Stars

That night I remember with vivid clarity you and I in Kauai gazing up at millions of crystal clear stars
so close we felt as if we could touch them.

My mother, rest her soul had died the month before
Our grief was as new as a fresh bloomed rose weeping with dew
Salty tears welled, sliding from our eyes falling
into the soft white sand where we lay.

We held hands as memories washed over us with each lapping wave
and in remembrance we weeped,
feeling so insignificant in this vastness sweeping across our eyes
a shimmering blanket at once blinding and beautiful.

We felt her there, soaring among those stars, looking down on us
a powerful sense of her presence a gift, her voice from beyond
saying—you are right where you should be as am I, don’t cry.
Rather, see my face with each full moon in the star drenched sky
and feel my arms surround you for I am with you always.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

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#Haiku: Joy of Light 17

sweet scent of nectar

butterflies hover above

slurping nirvana

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019

I, The Copper Rose

I am the copper rose standing strong in the bright morning sun
made by rough weathered hands of the big Viking craftsman,
chiseled and molded with his primitive iron hammer,
stamped and engraved with fine etchings in detail
a symbol of their many years spent together
a testament that they can ever withstand
brutal blows this life may hurl at them
be it with hammer or granite or fire
for their love is a bond everlasting
like blood of this gentle man and
my glowing metal in his hands
as he created perfect petals
bonding us to each other
so did he blend their
two hearts with
each strike he
made them
as one.

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: This poem is about the Copper Rose (pictured above) that my husband made for me in honor of our 22nd anniversary last year.

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