The One Stark Truth

Lovebird remains, Mesa, AZ

“No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.” 

― Carroll Bryant

The days are finally cooler so I find myself spending more time in the garden. There is a lot to do in fall here in my desert oasis. It’s a time to prune the roses, trim bushes and cleaning up from the monsoons. With sadness, I remove what’s left of once vibrant plants that did not survive the baking heat of summer.

This morning as I am trimming the rampant herbs, I come across the remains of a love bird. I’m not sure how he died, it could have been in a myriad of ways. A stray cat that frequents the garden may have gotten lucky, only to realize this is not your typical tasty bird. A rodent may have found its way in and took its life. Or, as we humans do every day, it may have died from old age.

If ever there is one stark truth evident in the garden, it is this- the endless cycle of life and death. Come spring when I plant flowers and vegetables, life is blooming all around me. In summer, there is the slow deterioration and plants die in the burning sun. After over twenty years of gardening in the desert, I know there is no amount of water that will ease its intensity.

October is a month of contemplation and introspection for me. I turned another year older on the first and I know, like the lovebird, my time grows shorter with each passing day. I cherish every breath of life and each coming of another season, grateful I am still here.


autumn renewal
life and death, a garden’s truth
in every veined leaf

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Poets United: Midweek Motif Truth

dVerse Poets Pub: OLN #252

Forever

Forever has only just begun
with each precious day that passes on
Diamond stars still sparkle in blue night sky,
Golden sun still shines happy and gay
Pearl moon still croons to hidden lovers
and as each magical season passes by,
another comes to take its place

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Try Everything

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

Delectable Burrata

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Plump red tomato you are sublime
fresh off the sunlit emerald vine
Quartered and dressed
in sea salt and black pepper,
Surrounding a pearly burrata
filled with luscious creamy cheese
Topped with a scattering of sweet basil leaves
fresh from the kitchen garden
A drizzle of chartreuse olive oil captures
bright flavors of sunshine and summer
with a final splash of dark balsamic vinegar ~
A delectable dish that tastes like heaven!

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics- Looking for Sustenance

#Shadorma: The Red Bridge

“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.” 

― George Cooper

Rustling leaves
painting forest floor
old red bridge
inviting
a walk through autumn’s landscape
contemplating life

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge: #147 Poet’s Choice

Haibun: The Encounter

It’s Saturday morning, September 28, 2019. I have written and published a poem dedicated to my husband for our 23rd wedding anniversary. This anniversary is unusual because every year we go out of town to celebrate. The day has an air of uncertainty, as if the stars are not aligned because we are doing something different. This is a day of mixed feelings for you see today we are attending a memorial service. Who is not of importance here, but suffice it to say we are feeling less than joyful.

Which brings me to my reason for writing this. My husband reads the poem and loves it. The name of the poem is ‘My Love is the Blue Dragonfly.’ We hug and it is perfect. Our bond is strong, even after all these years.

As we are looking out the window, there in our garden is a huge blue dragonfly flitting about, swirling in the air! We step outside and watch him for several minutes as he performs his aerial act. He comes so close I can see his big eyes, but doesn’t ever land nearby. We have never seen a blue one in our yard before, only Red Skimmers. We look at one another and know – this is a sign.

Bright blue dragonfly
live today, be here, be now
dance in autumn breeze

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday Insects

Promote Yourself Monday, September 30, 2019

Good Morning! It’s Monday at Go Dog Go Cafe and you know what that means: Promote Yourself Monday. Pop over and share your best, read and support other writers. Have a great week- Linda

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Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday.  All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to post one link to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.

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Maladroit Souls

“Did you really want to die?”

“No one commits suicide because they want to die.”

“Then why do they do it?”

“Because they want to stop the pain.” 

― Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star

The souls of those with self- inflicted wounds
whose cries in the black night fall in silence
searching for an end to their awkward pain
stumbling, tumbling, falling ~
defeated, they give in ~
to the cloud of darkness
plaguing their distorted, contorted mind
leaving behind ~
those they loved and adored who will never
be able to rest or comprehend
for theirs are the innocent hearts
who will pay the ultimate cost
of living the rest of their lives
with clumsy unanswered questions of
Why, Why, Why forever.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Weekend Mini Challenge Maladroit

Poets United: Poetry Pantry #495

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