Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Monday, October 1, 2018

Thank you to Editors Stacia Lynn Reynolds and Nilavronill Shoovro of Our Poetry Archives (OPA) for publishing my three poems in the October issue.






ARE SAMPLE IN REGRET

Are sample in regret,
I never found out what this meant.
These oft-repeated words,
whether a question or an order,
I could not tell.
The chaos of dementia was so embedded
the strain between word and thought,
so unraveled,
with only a single thread remaining between.
Words still stood as words
and not garbled sound
but, their context was distorted.
So, each day,
I always answered in a different way,
hoping one of my responses
would satisfy whatever she was wanting to hear.





INTENDED KING MOST DEADLY

One man killed the Archduke,
and set in motion
the fall of nations and empires.
All took sides.
Ideologies were questioned, defended, defeated.
Four years of death, destruction,
most terrible,
with all manner
of bitterness at the ending.

And so was birthed
the outgrowth of something
so heinous 21 years out
in a tiny, central, European country.

One century later,
There’s still deep wounds that will not heal,
trusts that cannot be regained,
peace not to be seen between some nations.

All because one man killed not one man,
but 66 million or more.





THE PALETTE OF MY EYES

White, snow-packed streets of winter
dazzle with morning bright.

Seas of aqua green
fade to indigo,
as the sun sets against a sky
of purple, then black.
And the stars poke through
as grand gifts bequeathed by angels.

The brown bark of monumental trees
dressed with green skirts of soft moss.

Fields of sunflowers, lavender,
and roses red,
stand above the ground.

The clear tears of the unsighted
move my hand
to raise my heart’s paintbrush
against their pain.

Let them see the sea’s mystique,
the sky’s majesty,
and the seedlings’ triumph.

When I no longer breathe,
let some surgeon help another
have the palette of my eyes.

LINDA IMBLER

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