Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017 Dear Friends and Followers- I received a call this morning that… Continue Reading “Goodbye Dad”
Blight of Day -Linda Lee Lyberg Why must day’s break intrude Into our sacred love’s room Dawn’s light lurking étude The tear in night eschewed
Love and Roses -Linda Lee Lyberg A rose can smell so sweet Yet cut you like a knife Its thorns will pierce deep And rob you of your life
The Reaper -Linda Lee Lyberg Every moment we lose someone We learn the meaning of sympathy How grief will hurt and leave us undone But in it’s place grows sweet empathy.
Day’s Rage -Linda Lee Lyberg Divine day rages against dark night As a fiery sun hangs low in the sky Sacred light will not run from the fight Though Mother moon is looming nigh
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