Time, so precious here and now in the winter of my life as I ponder what I've done and what I'll leave behind I hope that I'm remembered with love and gentle grace, not by the infinite number of lines now present on this face Instead, I beg you see the beauty that lies within … Continue reading Drifting Time
Author: Charmed Chaos
Weight
Burdened by the weight of a thousand petaled thoughts mired in muddy memories of a love lost... she abides the bitter torment from what's broken and gone remembering the moments of bliss in his warm arms. Their world... once painted bright colors on her innocent soul now her life alone in shades of ash … Continue reading Weight
Chartreux
My pick for this week! Such lovely flowing words…Linda
Your eyes are Himalayan blue,
they mutate from sparkling stars to the silver
of a cold planet.
With indifference you defeat me
until I am nothing more than an empty
vessel sailed away to write love letters
on the wings of distant angels.
When your nights are long
you may find me in the brush of a
homeless Chartreux winding about your
feet or in the sunflower eyes of a girl
passing by.
Vincent Van Gogh
Persimmon
Linger here persimmon... in fire dawn for winter is coming much too soon rest in cool arms of rich golden autumn bask in the orange haze of harvest moon when the leaves fall and leave mellow fruit as you ripen in smoldering morning sun in earnest you wait for your time to come picked … Continue reading Persimmon
Flying High!
Good Morning All- Please join me in congratulating Megha on the most recent publications of her works. Cheers! Linda Interview Published in the Vita Brevis as part of their poet profile series. https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/08/31/poet-profile-an-interview-with-megha-sood/ Spillwords Press https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/08/24/poetry-published-in-spillwords-press-ashes-to-ashes/ Dime Show Review https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/09/04/poetry-published-in-the-dime-show-review-heritage/ Indian Periodical https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/poetry-featured-in-indian-periodical-blind-men/ Visual verse https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/09/19/poetry-published-in-visual-verse-vol-5-chapter-11-sweet-notes-of-freedom/ Vita Brevis https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/09/16/poetry-published-in-vita-brevis-orphaned-rain/ Poppy Road Review https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2018/09/17/poetry-published-in-poppy-road-review-of-dust-and-pain-and-perspective/ The … Continue reading Flying High!
Under the Plum Tree – A Poem by Linda Lee Lyberg
Good Morning Everyone- I am thrilled to announce that my poem- ‘Under The Plum Tree’ has been published today at Vita Brevis.
Happy Reading! Linda
Submitted by Linda Lee Lyberg
When you see white clover sprawling in the meadow
do you still think of me even though our love
once treasured, is now with regret over?
As for me I can tell you, the plum is blooming now
I remember the promises we made
underneath its burgeoning boughs
And I will wonder ever after
if you remember too.
The yellow roses came today and I read the message within
Can we please forgive and forget all we said back then
I beg you my love can we renew our cherished love again?
And so today, I measured and took stock of all we shared
with my heart still longing, and my lonesome soul laid bare
I sent to you the dried red rose you first gave to me
with this simple note, let’s meet tonight
when the moon is bright under the plum tree.
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Soul Music
Sing to my soul music... for long ago we loved from rising sun to setting moon between green earth and star swept universe soaring ever higher the two of us in tune ©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
If You Should
And if you should forget me I'll be the whispering wind calling to you from across the sea caressing fragrant skin And if that fails my darling I'll take swift hastened flight and be the star struck Thrush crooning long into the night And if you see my face when you look at the … Continue reading If You Should
In My Sleep
In my sleep I whimper as you whisper my name calling me to come hither in the shushing haze while the hypnotic pitter patter of the morning rain plinks upon the piano keys of my ragged pain I mumble and moan, tossing and turning in the cold bed I pluck a fluttering feather from … Continue reading In My Sleep
Symphony
If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery of how we came to be? Would you take my hand, … Continue reading Symphony
