The Itch

or... Why Didn’t I Think of That?

My five-year-old son got a thought in his head
One day as he sat at the foot of my bed.

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The Knight

The Knight

-Linda Lee Lyberg

He wears a coat of armor

A uniform if you will

Of maille and shining steel

For deeds he must fulfill.

Shining Soul

Shining Soul

-Linda Lee Lyberg

 Each day I sit and write

With pen upon blank paper

Searching the hidden recesses

Of my lovely capricious mind.

contradictions

I want to shred off pieces
Of my own skin some times
To shrug it off like a coat
And become someone new
But I’m a wavering ocean

Rime Royal: Guide

Let me be your stepping stone
On the way to freedom
Let me be a light, your own

bittersweet between my teeth

one wishbone for the ghosts to roll the dice,
We want to say hello
in prose with daisies
between our tendons,
to kill the sounds of rescue;
filling with anguish
[this is how we prove
our humanity].

under the shadow of our steeple

i.
He is God,
and you are man,
and I am girl
for just a moment…

struggling to keep afloat
when hammock arms
let the biggest pieces
slip.

Something Desolate

i.
Open my heart
as if it was wrapped
in deteriorated receipts
and strands of raven hair.

Regret left behind
papercuts
and soy-based ink.