
Once in the mirror I saw
a sepia inked version
pleading to me
for change like a beggar on the street.
So I picked up my pen and paper
composed a poem to the real me.
Now, I live and breath…
in vivid technicolor.
©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

I spend some days talking to my dog who cocks his head
As if he’s trying to understand exactly the words I said
I recite my poems to him, seeking some kind of reaction
Yet the most I ever get is a look of quizzical satisfaction
In my head, I am speaking profound words with a beat
But to him, everything I say sounds like ‘Here’s a treat!’
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Soliloquy

The bloom of youth in the rain washed rose is a joy for eyes to see
yet what lies underneath this glow is invisible to you and me.
Blind are we for a fresh budding rose is already fading, dying
time is cruel the blossom will wilt, the light will wither away,
one day bursting with life, then naught but a thorny stalk.
And in the wake of perfumed petals drifting on the heavy air
all that remains and is unseen is their decaying essence.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: This photo is from my garden.
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

when I ate a persimmon
the bell rung
the Horyuji temple
©Shiki
colorful hanging lanterns
ripe orange fruit sways in the breeze
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Tan Renga Wednesday 9 I ate a persimmon

“Time is a blackguard, Chou.” And, of course, he’s right. There goes time, running like hell, looking back at us, taunting, as we fumble, trying to save him in a jar. Trying to tuck him forever under the bed, fix him tight against a red satin box. Trying to string him like pearls. Enough pearls to make a life.”- A Thousand Days in Tuscany – Marlena De Blasi
We thought we had enough time
To piece together a splendid life,
We thought we had forever
To string our pearls of memories
Onto a royal blue velvet ribbon
Binding our hearts and naive minds.
But the years go by in a lightning flash,
Illuminating our squandered days
Rosy pink memories fade grey as ash
Yet we chase them like bouncing bubble prisms
Bursting on hot summer’s swirling air
As they disappear into a brilliant solar flare.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Mish is asking us to take Last lines of a book that is near us and use it as inspiration. I chose A Thousand Days in Tuscany by Marlena de Blasi. Come join us at dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Last Lines

dusted with snowflakes
Queen Anne’s Lace dressed for winter
delicate surprise
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1797 New Beginnings First Snow

Amid the roar of my pounding heartbeats
Comes a whispering voice ~
Take a breath, calm your heart
for in this moment you have a choice.
You can surrender, give in to fear
fade to midnight black
or fight and ultimately win,
Never looking back.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #94- Roaring in the New
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