Thank you to Nilavronill Shoovro and the Editorial Staff at Our Poetry Archive (OPA) for publishing my three poems in the November issue.
https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2020/11/linda-imbler.html
Can Only Get There From Here
The quality of my thoughts,
entertaining good and splendid notions,
keeping radiant morale.
Deciding how happy I want to be,
while and after sailing,
and where I want to go ashore.
I’ll not let chance decide when and where I’ll embark.
Will not let chance throw me,
so that I land on just any square.
I see happiness not
as a ruler or weight scale,
but as a thougtful list of
purposes I must attain.
My girlish spear,
thrown down to mark each
attained tick of each milestone.
While still sharing the successes and
happinesses of others,
with affable festivity,
and the prosperous whirl of a smile,
given freely to all.
Would The Sky Judge?
Slowly, it has occurred to me,
the solemn thought:
If judgement is for God,
why then do we pass judgement?
What happened to our kindly hearts
of being as when we were children?
Did our ships sail only
within misty regions then?
When the clamorous voices
of our beloved deceased
speak their minds
into the ether,
would we wish the stars
to read all their memories,
or fear the stars would also find transgression?
Those twinkling lights may be
the first gates of Heaven.
Or, perhaps we,
as adult members of the human tribunal,
should be.
Just Come Back
Not plates nor tools nor art from walls
Would I choose to remember you.
Please just come back and keep it all,
Not plates nor tools nor art from walls.
Your Will on which your name is scrawled,
Someone removes it from my view.
Not plates nor tools nor art from walls
Would I choose to remember you.
