“The hardest part is when the river is too swift and goes underground for days on end” ~Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason My soul the river rushing over stones of memories buried in sand some more grand and beautiful breathless times remembering glistening…
“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason It’s hot in this stifling city with sidewalks teeming outside her cloistered door the noise is deafening.
Sweet bouquet Wrapped in nostalgia
Life’s retrospection collected like smooth pebbles from a riverbed I lay on the grassy shore listening to soft lapping
It was only yesterday we were young and gay and danced the night away.
To face less life ahead than behind elusive tender moments slipped through those once graceful now gnarled fingers entwined and left an old soul naked and stripped.
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Memories some grand, some better left in black corners
-By Linda Lee Lyberg Resting mind hourglass thoughts slipping