Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
We are all virtual prisoners of time guarded by ticking hands of the clocktrapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds that feed our fears as we take useless stock A vapid predator in the night they stalk when we are most vulnerable and weak… Continue Reading “Prisoners of Time”
While the sun shines much too harsh today As I wallow alone in this secluded roomThe dying rose holds luscious perfume at bay For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom As I wallow alone in this secluded room I ponder ‘what… Continue Reading “What Ifs”
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Her thoughts were like a kaleidoscope Full of flowery patterns and colorful shapes Her hair hung in dreads of cerulean ropes And oversized art was her path to escape.
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