Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The poetarian peered at the matte obsidian sky and, defying earth’s gravity, with wings she began to glide
-By Linda Lee Lyberg I am a rock you cannot break Made of soft flesh and stone I am strong and will not forsake My thoughts and desires, my own
Trying to tame her Put her into a wife mold She bites the stern hand So feed her wild woman soul Best just to love her madly. Copyright©2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Depositphotos Ramblings of a Writer Weekly Tanka Challenge
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