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Dreams of the Dellawisps
In my nightly dreams, I walk in a moonlit garden drawn to where the Dellawisps sing there, under the cloying crush of pink Brugmansia’s honey scent. Drenched in dappling shadows and heart shaped leaves, I walk on a watercolor sky, soft with a light that ever shines with ice blue stars and a pink hued moon and then I close my eyes. The tiny turquoise birds croon to my wearied heart as if…
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The Summer of Dying Trees
After a summer of dying trees- parched leaves littered around, barren skeletons break the brilliant azure sky Autumn slinks in with a mournful sigh and the world holds its breath chanting why, why, why while democracy as we know it, takes its last exhausted breath and dies. © Linda Lee Lyberg November 10, 2024 Photo by Dan Smedley on Unsplash
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The Gift
Image by Sergio Cerrato – Italia from Pixabay “Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.” ― David Richo Some days are better than others and I often wonder why yesterday was agony and today- barely a sigh And when relief from this darkness arrives I ‘m grateful I’m here and still alive To experience these intense lows and highs For without the lows that…
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Haibun: Late Spring
In My Garden- Mesa, AZ “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” ― Pablo Neruda Late spring is the time of year in Arizona when days are getting longer and the evening light is stunning. The sky changes from soft hues of turquoise and pink to brilliant shades of red and yellow. Some evenings, it looks as if the distant horizon is on fire. With a glass of wine to…
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#Haiku: Wild Daisies
desert rain drenched knee-high african daisies- dropping next year’s seed ©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg Author’s Note: I am hosting at dVerse for Open Link Night- Come join us! Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms…
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#Haiku: Spring
“You belong among the wildflowersYou belong in a boat out at seaSail away, kill off the hoursYou belong somewhere you feel free.”- Tom Petty, Wildflowers a perfect spring day pulling fading wildflowers- wind blowing my hat ©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 26…
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Anemoia
“My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all…All my heart has ever wanted is you.” ― Stephanie Laurens, The Edge of Desire At times, anemoia overwhelmsme in my nightly dreamswhen I long for another life and placeto rescue me from my demons. These memories out of time and spacecan be so overwhelming-the intense tang of a marvelous kissthat leaves you…
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A little Bit of Magic
“Music is the strongest form of magic.” ― Marilyn Manson It’s only a cheap trinketbought at a Paris news standyet it holds mysterious magic within,for when I am sad, I turn the tiny crankand music of La Vie en Rose takes me back againas we walk hand in hand. ©2023 Linda Lee Lyberg Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband…
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Alora
Photo by Bicanski on Pixnio I dreamed my body was mine againwith no memories weighing me downno jagged scars marring my alabaster skinno mortal wounds unleashed beneath. And as I descended further into this ghostly maze,I found myself wielding long shimmering bladesUnlike anything I’ve ever seen, for they had replacedmy knotted and wrinkled hands. And with these blades of wisdom, I swathed a…
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#Haibun: Desert Rain
My Garden: Mesa, AZ 2023 New Year’s day dawns dark, dreary, and rainy, which is so rare in the desert southwest. I stir from a deep slumber, listening to the uncommon sound of water dripping off the roof. These days, the calendar pages seem to fall away with every breath. I guess it’s natural as you age and have less life ahead of you than behind. Still, I am so grateful for the precious…
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Chasing Sunlight
My Best Buddy- Jackson “Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring–it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera Early mornings find himsprawled in the east windowCatching rays of warm sunshineas he watches the world go byAfter morning walkshe plops down on a…
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The Naked Bones
flicker.com “It was Salvador Dalí who said the red wine of Cadaqués has the bitter taste of tears.” ― Clifford Thurlow, Sex, Surrealism, Dali And Me Shadows undulate on cloistered walls,phantoms unveiled in sultry candlelightas the wax drips down another empty vesselit leaves a milky puddle where she recallsa naive soul once shiny brightnow a baked tundra each night So she sits and drinks…
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Haibun: Voices of Autumn
Haibun: Voices of Autumn
Photo by form PxHere Golden pink-tinged light colors my bedroom as it peeks through the sliver in the drapes. Stirring from a deep sleep, it is not yet six am as the house is cold and the heater has not come on.Welcome to fall in Arizona- cold mornings, warm sunny afternoons, cold nights. Still, I much prefer this to snow any day.Even through the insulated windows, I hear the faint sound of…
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Under the Color of Night
Under the Color of Night
“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice then you are a comrade of mine.” ― Ernesto Che Guevara Under the color of night, a full beaver’s moon shineswith an ethereal red bloom obscured in vagrant cloudswhile pristine stars shine through the blood-stained veilwearing their alluring light like a shroud.As the last eclipse of a momentous year bleedsIs this an omen of hope and good things…
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The Vote
Pixabay.com “She wears strength and darkness equally well,The girl has always been half goddess, half hell” ― Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul Donning her velvet cloak, Reina slips out the kitchen door and heads for the clearing deep in the woods. In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems. She looks up as words emerge from the darkest points on the…
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Saved by Grace
“The salvation of man is through love and in love” ― Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning There was a moment in my lifewhen quiet hallowed chambersof an old church became my sanctuary.Dusky sunlight fell across a scarred plank floorthrough blood-stained windows where-The body of Christ nailed to the rugged cross staredat dervish phantoms of dust drifting in dank airas they danced with…
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Did I
“How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.” ― William Butler Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats I carry sorrow in my bones and wear my painfor life is a masquerade of dancing ghosts that playin the chasms of my mind with silk ties that bindme to the silent…
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