Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Grief -Linda Lee Lyberg Grief is a Tricky Thing When you least expect it There it is rearing its ugly head Reminding you of the dead.
You go through two-thirds of your life thinking you are Italian and with one little vial of spit, all you thought you were changes. And while I am astounded by the advances we have made in science and genetics, I now have a new… Continue Reading “Final Answer: NOT Italian”
“The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings.” — Henry Ward Beecher From my heart to yours.
Heaven -Linda Lee Lyberg To be held by you once again To feel your warm embrace To feel your heart beat next to mine To gaze upon your face.
In Pursuit of Love -Linda Lee Lyberg I feel your presence from across the room And sense impending danger. Have we met, Too late, too soon Are you my Intimate stranger?
The pain is temporary. The ink, forever.” When my mother died, the music of my life was an étude in staccato. Each moment, each memory detached from one another; repetitive short snippets of a life spent together. A minute felt like forever, an hour… Continue Reading “Permanence”
El favo es dulce, mas pica la abeja.”- Spanish Proverb (He that will not endure the bitter will not live to see the sweet.) Amor Amargo -Linda Lee Lyberg Gone are the days of youth Reality has crept in My heart you no longer… Continue Reading “Amor Amargo (Bitter Love),1986”
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