Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
We are born of love; Love is our mother. -Rumi Our colorful roses are blooming with spring’s passion, I thought of you once more today wondering where you areThere, is that you I glimpse through the ocean tears of my eyes behind the gossamer… Continue Reading “The Roses are Blooming with Spring’s Passion”
cricket silence between scraping sounds autumn begins © Jane Reichhold rustling frosted copper leavesa squirrel buries acorns ©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1661 Tan Renga Beginning of Autumn
The streets are full of lonely souls yearning to be heard crying out in empty silence, stumbling on every wordbut eyes they say are a true window into every soul, those empty eyes in pain are devoid of any joy for life’s anguish takes… Continue Reading “Lonely Eyes”
In the moonlightthe color and scent of the wisteriaseems far away© Buson charcoal night hides the secretsburied in the fragrant bloom© 2019 Linda Lee Lyberg Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: Tan Renga Challenge #1660 Wisteria
“I don’t see the desert as barren at all; I see it as full and ripe. It doesn’t need to be flattered with rain. It certainly needs rain, but it does with what it has, and creates amazing beauty.” – Joy Harjo Jacarandas rise… Continue Reading “Soon the Summer Comes”
spring lilac blossoms enticing bee elixir- heady fragrant wine I am JannDoe Writing Prompt: Lilac
My mother was a grateful woman who seldom asked for giftsshe loved to work in her garden sun-up to sundownwith soul roots buried deep in the big heart of Texasas she coaxed green miracles from water soaked ground. When she was young she shined… Continue Reading “The Gift of Fishing”
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