A big thank you to Editors Sunil Sharma, Anurag Sharma, and Scott Thomas Outlar for including two of my poems in the Western Voices 2020 segment of Setu Mag.

https://www.setumag.com/2020/04/linda-imbler-western-voices-2020.html

Father Music Along the Seashore

Lavender ink

writes what was held back.

Lyrics,

so colorful.

The day’s troubles

cried out, and then

assembled into song.

Pale purple sky opens,

and a chorus of green leafed blooms

waking after a long rest,

composed of harmonious sounds

suggestive of Heaven and Midnight.

People audibly yearning, 

who will not dismiss the wind.

Even sirens in ships

singing the melodies,

as all ears bend

to accept swarms of music.

Journey on Knees 

During the long afternoon,

while victories and histories are resolved

under a wretched abundance of broken dreams.

As the sorrow of madness grows,

and all tyrants’ venom is choked out,

under the demented kingdom

of the moon’s shadow.

A cheap fling

circles forth,

as new shadows are wearing away,

exposing angels, in that murk,

wearing ancient robes.

Squelches my breath,

while floating within 

a climate of sacraments,

worshipped, playful, obscene,

obscure, adverse.

All viewed from the wild road,

with favorite corners.

All this,

as I crawl toward the offbeat, freaky

Shangri-La of your eyes.