“Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories
Days of youth when nights never end
a wild haired gypsy child-woman
Silver earrings dangling
gaudy bracelets clanging
dancing to her favorite songs.
Caught up in a whirlwind
of colorful young men- yearning
to capture her body’s bright soul
tether her to their hungry embrace
put her spirit in its ‘rightful’ place.
But yet with sweet grace, she resists
elusive as a lace winged butterfly
she flits from honeyed bloom to bloom
never lingering in a heart too long
She takes to the skies, soaring ever higher.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: It’s our 11th anniversary at dVerse and I am hosting today’s Poetics. The prompt is choosing one of 11 lines from Breakfast at Tiffany’s and using it to inspire a poem. The pub opens at 3 PM EST and I am serving pink champagne and lemon cake to celebrate. Of course, we’ll have our regular fare as well. Come join us!
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 26 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
“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”
― Vincent Willem van Gogh
Although there’s not much to celebrate
with what’s happening these days
we can always find joy in nature’s scenes
Two yellow butterflies at play
Tiny hummingbirds darting about
Iridescent wings gleaming in bright sun and
Painted sky at dusk when each day is done
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Come join us at dVerse where we are celebrating our 11 year anniversary!
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 26 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
“Barring love I’ll take my life in large doses alone–rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.”
― Jim Harrison, Wolf False Memoir
For the last few nights, there has been a cicada singing in the fig tree. The sound carries through the still night air, and each note lingers as he calls for a mate. He emerged after a quick rain storm one stifling evening. Each night his song seems to grow more desperate, and I fear his pleas may be in vain. The monsoons have arrived and brings an unexpected but welcome shift in the weather.
stormy muggy night
lightning bolts in distant sky-
raindrops quench parched earth
©2022 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 26 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
” (There are) many stories which are not on paper, they are written in the bodies and minds of women.”- Amrita Pritam
This flesh does not show the stories it holds
save for some visible scars
Some self-inflicted, while others carved
with mental pain this complex life brought
And though this body now weathered and old
still thrums with the vibrance of naive youth
This beating heart begs this mellowing mind
pleads for more; Memories of tales untold
when the candle burns low, long shadows enfold
and we have drunk the last of the wine
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Written For dVerse Poetics where Punam is hosting. Our challenge is to choose one of the lines she shared with us from Amrita Pritam and use it as inspiration. The quote at the beginning of my post is the line I chose.
A flock of dreams feast
On ancient buried memories
Such lush, verdant, fertile browse
Nourishes my weary soul
and feeds my ravenous spirit
Each sacred breath,
A river flowing over stones
Trickling through pulsing veins~
Air- precious tether that binds me
~Forever to life
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Hi All and Happy Memorial Day. I’m hosting the Quadrille prompt today at dVerse. Come join us! The pub opens at 3PM EST. dVerse Poets Pub
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 26 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
“I would not sacrifice a single living mesquite tree for any book ever written. One square mile of the living desert is worth a hundred ‘great books’ – and one brave deed is worth a thousand.” ― Edward Abbey
I love this time of year in Arizona. Mornings are stunning and honey mesquites are laden with caterpillar-like yellow flower tendrils. A cool breeze sends their pollen floating through the air as the ground beneath them becomes a carpet of gold.
On two separate early dawn walks now, I have watched a mockingbird chase a grasshopper into the sky. I stop, amazed at the scene unfolding before me. Their graceful dance results in the grasshopper losing for it is no match for the bird’s skill. Grey and white mockingbird soars ever higher, off to his nest to share his prize with his hungry mate.
spring, fresh green landscape
wildflowers paint rocky soil-
arid desert thrives
©2022 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 26 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
“Startled by the earth at dawn. It was far too green”- Jim Harrison, Dead Man’s Float
Early dawn-
Fresh leaves on sprawling old mesquite
gleams in pearly sunlight
Chartreuse brilliance against
a cloudless smoke blue sky
Swarms of tiny flies rise, swirling
in soft air as ruby-throated hummingbirds
dart after their tasty prized delicacy
Wildflowers unfurl golden petals
opening their bosoms to greet
this perfect breezy morning, a welcome respite
before the storm of afternoon desert heat
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
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