Thank you to the editors at Trouvaille Review for publishing my poem today.


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No Mad Sorrow by Linda Imbler

Inside all darkness,

and with ecstatic epiphany,

we hear the thoughts

of the out-of-breath departed,

who lost their song editor

(songs that have gone silent)

when they climbed over cemetery walls.

Because of their inbred chitchat,

we no longer fear these cold voyagers,

but will from now on just call them dead.

This bricked up group,

inside mausoleums’ tall boundaries.

Their handsome aplomb,

their ascetic outlook

developed through their enlightened 

passages of discovery.

In death, they feel no mad sorrow,

for they know that

to become something other than 

what they were 

is to finally be lifted by the waiting breeze.