Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Which Will It Be?
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
― Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
May your thoughts be pure of heart,
Your hands sure and steady
For my future lies
In the precise wield of the scalpel
You hold within your slender fingers
A message of enduring hope
And this is the defining moment
That will shape the rest of my days forever.
Walking the path between life and death
Which will it be for me?
—Life in all its imperfect glory
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Today, I have surgery at 12:30 PM AZ time to remove cancer from my left breast as well as remove at least one left lymph node. This is a prayer for my surgeon.
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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#American Sentence Sunday: Cloud Peaks
“Troubled summer sky- cloud peaks rumbling with the heat of monsoon season.”- Linda Lee Lyberg
©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
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When Wisteria Boughs Hang Low
We should honor Mother Earth with gratitude; otherwise our spirituality may become hypocritical. –Radhanath Swami
When wisteria boughs hang low
heavy with the weight of summer,
I crawl beneath their canopy
to weather these uncertain times.
Honeybees murmur a soothing lullaby
and my beating heart slows to a faint echo,
each balmy breath slows, easing into the breeze
when fragrant white petals, like wispy feathers
butterfly kiss my moist glistening skin
they drift, only to fall at my pink toes feet
as male cicadas sing their age old mysteries.
Refreshed and renewed I am grounded,
returned to Mother Earth where I began.
©2021 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 23 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 her Amazon Author Page
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To Travel the Unknown Eternity
How many doors must one pass through
on the way to an unknown eternity
how many thresholds must there be
to find your freedom and soul’s peace
Do you walk over them with swift brevity
or relive each life lesson, never to surcease
Do some of the rooms hold glimpses
of the moments that shaped you forever
while others hold visions of the future
floating in the shimmering zephyr
Is death the final end or only the beginning
of an ancient journey filled with new wonders
of foreign worlds, unfamiliar and brimming
with well traveled roads inviting you to wander
wearing scuffed shoes from a previous life
with the weight of your past on your shoulders
©2021 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
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Epitaph for Lovers
Gustav Klimt, 1862-1918
And should the treasured words cease to mean anything at all
what more is there to say for the epitaph is written on the wall
for when true love staggers and flees, the silent treatment begins
as we play over in our tortured minds the other’s mortal sins
The distance from one another grows with each passing day
Lips that once whispered I love you have nothing kind to say
as the gaping chasm between two lovers splits and deepens
the only sound heard in the darkness is one of them weeping
©2021 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 23 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 her Amazon Author Page
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#Haiku: Cicada Shell
dried cicada shell
molting skin from nymph to winged-
colorful rebirth
©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
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#Haibun: Fleeting
It’s a beautiful morning for a walk with my dog. The birds are singing, the temperature is in the low 70’s which is unusual for the desert this time of year. The cool breeze kisses the nape of my neck like a long dead lover.
These early walks are a time for deep thought and reflection. You see, I have cancer. Although it is an indisputable fact, I find it hard to believe. Other than fatigue, I don’t feel any different. I am not sure if the fatigue is from the cancer, the stress, or the idea of it living inside me. Next week, I have surgery and begin a new path to recovery.
I turn the corner to head home, and as I do, I pass a tall pine tree. I smell the resin from its needles; the air is cooler under its canopy. I close my eyes, reveling in the spicy scent. I am no longer here, but in a deep forest with life teeming all around. At that moment, I hear it. Whoo, whoo, whoo whoo whoo…
summer’s cooling breeze
fleeting respite from the heat-
an owl calls my name
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #184 Specific form Haibun
Author’s Note: This morning Bella sent a messenger to me. I so needed it today as I have a bone scan appointment. I am so grateful.
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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