What Ifs

While the sun shines much too harsh today 
As I wallow alone in this secluded room
The dying rose holds luscious perfume at bay 
For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom


As I wallow alone in this secluded room 
I ponder ‘what ifs’ had I not ran, but stayed
For there’s to be no joy in this present gloom
Did your fate have its way in my life charade?


I ponder ‘what ifs’ had I not ran, but stayed
How different would my scarred life now be?
Did your fate have its way in my life charade
Or by the hand of God, was my soul set free?


How different would my scarred life now be
if the dying rose held luscious perfume at bay
By the hand of God my soul was set free
and still the sun shines much too harsh today 

©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg

I blog at : https://charmedchaos.com

Photo: https://pixabay.com 

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Thorns of Joy

Bed of roses

Bed of thorns

Thorns of life

Thorns of sin

Sin is the cause

Sin is the lust

Crushed

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.”

from Birds Again

~ Jim Harrison

The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray

viewing the world through tangled trees

a purple haze of permanent contusions,

amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves

the result of love damaged beyond reason.

Breathing in Still Life

Hold strong to here and now, we have found home

our hands clasped and arms entwined in grace

Days of Youth

 

A mockingbird crooned his melody

as I sat under a blooming Lilac tree

I closed my eyes and soon drifted away

lulled by soft buzzing of the honeybees.

Tanka: Morning Love

 

you awaken me

dove’s wing kisses on pale skin

Bloom

Fresh bloom is off this soul

whose colors have begun to fade

#Charmed Musings: No.1

 

The first bite

of a warm

#Shadorma: The Blue Door

Redemption

is the gentle voice

whispering

Septolet: Morning

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

Hallowed

Dawn’s golden light

Stillness

The Plight of the Rose

Your memory is a wilting rose

Fraught with cold moonlight

Red petals weep in silent repose

Mourning its soul’s fated plight.

Troiku: Hunter

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

Eventide shadows

Racing against Mother moon

Barn owl hunting prey

Youth

-By Linda Lee Lyberg

As gloaming shadows fell

Across his threadbare sleeve

There are times better remembered

In blurred moments of rending grief.

The Reaper

The Reaper

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Every moment we lose someone

We learn the meaning of sympathy

How grief will hurt and leave us undone

But in it’s place grows sweet empathy.

Day’s Rage

Day’s Rage

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Divine day rages against dark night

As a fiery sun hangs low in the sky

Sacred light will not run from the fight

Though Mother moon is looming nigh

#Haiku 70 (Triple): Beauty & Nature

Silent eloquence

In harmony with nature

Beauty surrounding

God’s Place

God’s Place

-Linda Lee Lyberg

 

I sit with reverence in God’s place

Marveling at divine creation

In silence, love and sweet grace

Filling my soul with awe and elation.

Blink

Blink

Blink

Your life

The Sky Cries

The Sky Cries

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Melancholy dawn

clouds once radiant, now ponderous

White Rose

White Rose

-Linda Lee Lyberg

White rose

Symbolic of

Child of God

Child Of God

– Linda Lee Lyberg

 

In truth, you cannot own a child of God

Even if they appear to be perfection

In truth, all people and souls are flawed.

#Haiku 33: Amused & Irate

Laughing hyenas

#Haiku 2: Window

A Butterfly is

#Haiku 1: Breathe

The Miracle in

Roan

Roan

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Once all shiny and new

His paint is now worn and weathered

Floating in the air, he flew

Round and round, though tethered.

#Cinquain: The Dark

The Dark

-Linda Lee Lyberg

A time

Charmed Life

Charmed Life

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Early on in her innocence

Grief became her recompense

Easing the constant pain

Finding comfort yet again

In the sweetness of her tears.

Morning Glory

Morning Glory

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Ambling through this splendid morning

With the cool hint of Fall in the air

The earth so colorful with flowers adorning

A stone path I stroll without care.