Linda

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

Saturday, December 22, 2018









Answer What You Ask


I found the papers for which I’d searched
hidden in a back drawer.
It was the best inheritance
that I could have asked for.

The names didn't match and the date
was off by several months
from what I've been told. Realization struck,
I'd been told a lie, my birth facts they'd wish to hide.

It suddenly occurred to me, some
never found a loving home,
and then realized the magnitude

of having my own.

© Copyright 2015, Linda Imbler.  All Rights reserved.




Winter


The cold burn of arctic air, hard for skin
and nose to breath, hard to think clearly. When
did you leave? You 
exit while winter’s demolishing trespass

changes all, with icy eyes that sit in judgement of
our radio sled parade.

Tired, fatigued people, always
feeling so crushed, under
extra clothes, the constant
contemptuous parcelling of snow
so ceaseless, no wonder folks stay so confused
throughout winter, such as I do myself
plodding through memories, looking for
reasons for our split.

An ice sculpture world shaped by fingers of the wind,
chilling and numbing, bringing shivers of them within whom blood flows,
causing inadequate footing, for walks, 
for pairings

ice reconfigured

what we were, or did you do that?

© Copyright, 2016, Linda Imbler.  All Rights Reserved.

Monday, December 10, 2018

Thank you to Editor Natasha Ganes for publishing my poem in Treehouse Arts.


https://treehousearts.me/2018/12/05/the-saffron-king-new-poetry-by-linda-imbler/








Photo Courtesy of 
Treehouse Arts


The Saffron King
That ragged beggar enthroned
upon the park bench,
helmeted,
with grease-laden locks
pressed against sallow skin.
His needlework (cruel)
crewel embroidery lined up
along his veins,
his stories forgotten.
Characteristics of him
as a living creature,
excretion/locomotion/respiration,
disbelieved.

What widespread rejoicing do they publicize
when
What songs do they sing to paint the town red
when
What bets do they lay down
against this saffron king’s cessation?
He, abdicated by nature’s euthanasia.

The misunderstanding of addiction’s need to rule.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018


Thank you to editor mark rossi of ariel chart for publishing this poem.


http://arielchart.blogspot.com/2018/12/dark-feelings-about-daylight.html


DARK FEELINGS ABOUT DAYLIGHT


Photo courtesy of Ariel Chart



Dark Feelings About Daylight

 
For those people never charmed

by dawn-to-dark,

who pull the shutters closed.

 
These lines are written to channel a declaration.

 
It’s okay

if the taste of sunlight

is bitter for you

or if you can’t find acceptance

among the tinny voices.

 
I’m equally perplexed

about those wildly dependent

on the communion of camaraderie.

 
Like you,

I’m always leaning in the mirror

trying to comprehend why summer’s torch

is always blinding.

But I think I never will.

Sunday, December 2, 2018




Thank you very much to Editor Onkar Sharma of The Literary Yard for publishing four of my poems.

https://literaryyard.com/2018/12/02/walking-alongside-my-pen-and-other-poems-by-linda-imbler/

Walking Alongside My Pen
Blue inked pen
My favorite tool.
I, writing thoughts with cool
meanings unlocked,
senseless garbling overruled.
Mood on the upswing,
old versions slipshod,
new directions taken,
my final declaration.
Best grammar roped in,
bad syntax shaken
words skip down the sidewalk
bypassing all mind blocks.
Maybe I’ll write of sin
or the blessings that have been
with me when
all through
my life I’ve done things that caused shock and
I’ve walked all lines, feet unshod.
Cathedral
Bells are ringing
around both thieves and priests.
Those bespoke to the below,
those contracted to the heavens.
Electrified guitar plays
as the carillon of a cathedral,
within this sacred theater.
The licks and strums of Old Man Rivers.
And while Wichita slow dances
and sways to the music,
we recall the discarnate push and pull
of yesteryears’s greatest songs.
Knowing that Old Man Scratch
enjoys a good riff from a Gibson,
as well as angels, thieves, and priests
and the Savior himself kept such company.
Trompe L’oeil
The Trompe L’oeil, the trick of the eye,
an optical illusion that you are mine.
The light of love turned down low.
Apparent romantic motion slow.
We’re circling,
unable to settle ourselves down.
With each other we’ve been easily fooled,
assumption of passion overruled.
There’s filled space now.
We’re processing on
within time and space,
perceiving the depth of our devotion.
Our brains predict our status quo
but our hearts will tell if it will be so.
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Sidelining
Closing
certain doors once propped
becomes necessary,
not by one’s own
audacity
or incapacity.
It looks like these entrances,
full of remembrances,
no longer leading to, arriving at
happiness anywhere,
hollow doors,
without knobs
of solidarity,
uninviting you.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Thank you very much to Poetry Editor Janine Mercer for publishing "Gossips" in Corvus Review.






Gossips

Both inside and outside a haunted house 
the dead fear you more.
So, avoid them in dark alleys
on account that you do not startle them. 

For, I guarantee that they are there. 
They like to wander because
they are as curious as cats.
They do enjoy a good look inside windows,
especially of places where they once lived.
Would you deny them the pleasure of remembering their past?


They only want to live up to their eulogies 
of having connected
and the questions of life never cease,
even for them.


They watch closely
to see and hear 
what goes on around them
 for there are very few spirits without a face 
and none without ears.

They share news of what they have seen and heard. 
I have been told they are some of the most 
consummate gossips on the planet.

For this reason, beware of seances,
where the dearly departed might tell all your secrets. 
It might make for a most embarrassing day!
A new review of my latest e-book pairings.  This lady nailed the intention of the book!  I am so very humbled by this review.

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December 1, 2018
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