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.