Thank you to Editor Herojit Philem of Literary Garland for publishing my three poems in the October issue.

https://literary-garland.blogspot.com/2020/10/poems-by-linda-imbler.html

Fresh Blue

We may be perennial, but not undying.

We’re dead before conception,

inanimate after living.

Or, perhaps we’ll be sitting in a way station 

where all transitions

of place and time happen,

and we’ll change into something

wonderful and new

and more in line with our dreams,

as we travel to our new beginning,

with past memories erased.

Yet, why wait until after death to do better?

Do we really need to wait

to become what we want to be now?

Mad Business

The mad business of crowds silenced,

every house seems dark at the door.

Folding flames of candles dissolve,

life choices made in full despair.

The latest death knell has been forged,

the slack coils of un-wrung hands.

The whispering midnight nevermore loud,

life choices made in full despair.

Crash of thunder,

gone in a flash,

life choices made in full despair.

Creepy, crawly prohibitions,

mythical calm lips of the patient.

Unskilled senility

grows around life choices

made in full despair.

The Most Beautiful Life

The only thing needed to improve the world:

To read and reread the book of love,

to remember the most beautiful things we do,

and how we do them in the most beautiful way.

Our full potential is to be found

within messages of hope.

Letting loose our hold

on what makes us weep.

If we properly regard all beating hearts,

that in itself will help us remember goodness,

and enjoy the wonder of life-

we’re alive!

Examining the complexities

within the pages of our story.

Let the heavens delight us,

its manifold audience.

The graces extended one to the other.

Every absolute reflected

from the true mirror of the kindest soul,

as precious as the rarest coin.