Thank you very much to NilavroNill Shoovro and 

his team for publishing my three poems in the April 

issue of Our Poetry Archive (OPA).

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2020/04/linda-imbler.html

Placeholders

There are people with whom you do not stay

romantically involved.

Their presence and bond quite fleeting,

the connection dissolves.

The ones who occupy your attention for a time,

those you’ll forever dub

as placeholders, who remain

until your true love does show up.

The De-Evolution Of Bandaids

Remember when bandaids came in a tin box

instead of flimsy cardboard?

It’s as if the hurts

don’t need to be protected as much as they once were.

The glamour and illusion of safety

in childhood is today dispelled

whiskered chins

and palsied hands

offer no safekeeping

and the mitigation of unhappiness

is no longer a hope

the illusion of size to security,

shattered

falling is still an option,

but now it’s so much harder to get back up.

The Fruits Of Their Gluttony

Like grapes plucked

and placed in a huge bowl of fruit,

perched upon a buffet

for folks to find,

anxieties,

deep within

their whirling, swirling minds.

Life complicated

by dreams unfulfilled,

and the rapacity,

the bottomless pit

of wasted desires.

No contentment,

just resentment,

and bitter remnants

of now useless peels of hate as produce,

strewn across chaotic sideboards,

where live

people with greedy intentions.