The Piano

Photography by Romain Thiery 
(Abandoned in an old forgotten villa in France)

Melodies no longer escape from ivory and ebony keys 
drifting out an open window on a summer breeze 
what once was alive in the garden now dying and grey, 
for when the music stopped life withered away

Now there’s only traces of happier spring days
an intrepid red rose blooming, a trumpet vine untamed

From time to time, haunting random notes are heard 
wafting through the grounds with a hesitant stammer 
as field mice gnaw away at dampened wool felt 
clinging to each decaying wooden hammer

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Written for The Sunday Muse #150

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

#Diatelle: Rain

Image by Anrita1705 from Pixabay

Rain
Drops, drifts
Slow and swift
Falls from on high
Spring mornings gentle shift
From a pastel aqua washed sky
As it whispers to seeds in lilting sighs
Rise up tender greens, pushing through earth’s dark terrain
Be brave, embrace this life throw fears aside
Sweet blooms tempting bees flying by
Amber honey, their gift
Naught can deny
Warm sun kissed
Soft;mist
Rain

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: #215: Poet’s Choice

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing a Diatelle poetry form, which is an optional poetry form for Colleen’s challenge.

dVerse Poets Pub: OLNCome join us today at dVerse where I am hosting Open Link Night. The pub opens at 3PM EST!

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

On The Precipice

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And this is where it begins
This defining moment in time
The beginning of the ending
When what you trusted falls away and who you are
Becomes obscured on a moonless night
And who you thought he was is darker still
And you,
Left standing with cold empty arms on the precipice
Of knowing,
Accepting the finality of it, the end of it all
When your heart jumps into the black void of nothingness
And drowns.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics- Edges and Fringes

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

#Haibun: October

Image by Couleur from Pixabay

I am floating in the highest corner of a sparsely furnished room, looking down at a baby in the middle of a big bed. Covering the bed is a soft chenille bedspread in a maroon and cream color. A woman, my mother is sprawled across the bed playing with the baby, and cooing soft words of love. The baby is smiling at her, as if she understands what my mother is saying. On a spiritual level, I come to realize the baby is me. Somehow, my soul has stepped out of my tiny body and is looking down on the scene below. This is the earliest recollection I have of my childhood.
I didn’t have a happy childhood for the most part, it was one filled with chaos and discord. My mother, bless her soul, was the one constant source of joy and stability, and I never doubted her love. This unusual memory has stayed with me all my life, and is my earliest remembrance I have of us and our bond.

October baby-
autumn leaves changing colors
a return to earth

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Walk with Me Down Memory Lane

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Haiku: Morning

My Garden- February 28,2021: Mesa, AZ

February morn
nasturtium’s round jade leaves-
buddha in repose

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: It’s a chilly morning here in Mesa, AZ. It’s in the 40’s and today’s high will be 63. Love this time of year! On a side note, I haven’t been writing a whole lot of poetry lately; I have a new puppy- Jackson- and he is quite the character. He’s a rescue and needs a lot of love and attention right now to help him feel safe, happy, and know this is now his forever home.

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

Once Forsaken

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I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf.- Paul Dunbar The Paradox Poem

Is not the velvet rose always seen 
As soft as a summer night’s breeze, 
Yet once dried their piercing thorns
With emerald leaves tattered and torn 
Become knives that cut all too soon.

Blood spilled from the opened wound 
Is as red as crushed perfume petals
Falling as they budded and bloomed
While they flourished among summer nettles.

And if I, my darling, am the perfect red rose
Lying upon your silken bed in such sweet repose
Are you a honed knife that cuts straight to the bone
Will you leave me to bleed in your bed, alone
But should you do so, my love you must know.

Once forsaken, I will not accept my heart’s bitter blight
I will be the cold moon that chills and the hot sun that blinds, 
I will be the ink black night that offers no shelter to hide 
While your tortured soul endures your desperate plight.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Beyond Meaning

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 their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

If You Go

https://useum.org/artist/Egon-Schiele

If you go I’ll be wondering
What might have been had you stayed,
This lonely heart, thrown asunder
From emptiness created

My lips, missing your tender kisses
My skin, yearning for your caress
My eyes, blinded by glorious moments
Gazing upon your handsome face

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Going Going Gone Poeming Quadrille #122 De is hosting today at dVerse- come join us! Pub opens at 3PM EST.

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. 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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