Thank you to Nilavro Nill Shoovro of Our Poetry Archive (OPA)
for publishing my three poems in the August issue.

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2020/08/linda-imbler.html

A Moment In A Cup

What happens when you lay down

a tea bag after you have dipped it?

Does it change that moment into lovely or beastly?

Like the butterfly effect,

but instead of the weather,

something happens within your heart and head.?

I think not.

For lovely moments are earned with smiles.

And beastly moments are earned with lies.

So, do and think the waking days of your life

as you would in your most pleasant dreams,

and you will never have to say

you’re sorry in either.

Secret Mettle

Born with a silver spoon,

As a platinum haired Norseman,

This once bronze paladin in the summer sun,

Always reaching for the brass ring,

With an iron will,

And an imperfect heart of gold.

The accident bestowed upon him

Titanium legs and hips,

He now lives under an aluminum roof,

This once upon a time tin god,

He steels himself,

Seals himself,

Against the memory of her.

Touching Moonbeams

Fresh moonbeams,

along the sky,

as the resurrected boy

in wrapped linens

runs from a blind soldiers’ grasps.

Fresh moonbeams,

shedding,

atop old drawings

upon old walls.

Today’s Jerusalem morphed.

One life touched.

The waterfall

of youth slows to

a trickle and

cessation sets in.

One life touched.

The water pot

carried in

a man’s arms.

Customary woman’s work,

seen as a map for the Teacher.

Life’s mysteries, never ceasing.