Sunday, April 23, 2023
Saturday, April 22, 2023
This was such a fun and amazing collaboration with musician Pascal Gregory. His music inspires. Please have a listen when you get the chance. Clicking on the link below will take you directly to BandCamp.
https://syngularity.bandcamp.com/track/replicants-in-triplicate-ft-linda-imbler
Thursday, April 6, 2023
A big thank you to Strider Marcus Jones for including
five of my poems in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
Yggdrasil’s Collapse
The mighty tree Yggdrasil grew from first existence.
Its sacred name was never writ.
Sadly, there are those who will one day
chew away the tree to make paper.
The reality will starve the world
because no words will fit upon the ornamented wood.
Histories will not stand.
Right hand pages will be blank,
and no more chimes shall ring.
Left hand pages will be blank.
Planets shall be divested of
the decisiveness of their vision.
With a rush of air,
the paper center will collapse
into a pillowed cloud of powder and ash.
There will be no more winning allegiances,
nor more presences of Spring.
The tremendous magnitude of the mistake,
destined to be discovered too late,
as the last of nations falls.
Admiring Brains
To aid the children of men,
a puzzling problem
arouses interest in the machinery of thought.
From embraced doctrines of dreams without disorder,
to flights of fancy,
it would be foolhardy to
forget our memories,
or fail to speak of them with candour.
Solutions can be accomplished by changing tactics.
Points and counterpoints
can be hammered and bent,
or modified as a shaped ball of clay.
The transparent medium of brains,
strong greys,
forming elaborate distinctions,
old and new fragments,
some startlingly fresh.
A bridge or tunnel built,
a vault, a dome, an arch,
all of impressive scale
added to the mental landscape.
As learning grows,
understanding changes upon the canvas
splashes stimuli of colour,
a head full of aurora borealis with dancing waves of light
as we seek to discover what the stars are for.
Rendezvous At The Intersection
Profound influences exerted
that struggle against dissolution
now king of the road.
Signs markedly different,
once considerably distant to the next,
divisions of style paired with a contrast of values.
Great minds may not think alike,
sloped surfaces may present as the lanes of despots,
but a great many new elements,
reworked in some way
and incorporated into their own personal imagery,
will allow those tilting planes to flatten.
Inevitable thoroughfares of welded idealism
that fly in the face of peace are deconstructed.
Reimagined interlocked highways,
examined for a short time as risky shapes,
and held in abeyance,
become a fresh network for brotherhood.
And when strict comparisons are invited,
there will still be varying points of view.
It’s imperative to encourage divergent thought.
Borrowing philosophies,
intriguing varieties of thought advance,
and what can be bonded will become
of lasting interest to both.
A New Broom
A need expressed as a mighty force.
A new kind of piped light organizes my space,
that diverted thought creates
after the period of questioning is done.
I turn to business,
and develop the thick press of the sublime.
I act accordingly.
A new flow of tides, suddenly desired,
pours forth,
is cast into place,
sweeps away fine grains
of what was once wreckage
using clean grace,
adding sparkle to actions
in the search for salvation.
Old, bungled gripes,
my bygone testimonies of sticks and stones,
swept into a dustpan,
along with old, discouraged debate
fading into the background.
Dilemma
I’m caught in the whoops of a predicament.
Extraction is difficult.
My circumstances seem a double bind.
My fate appears to leave me
sinking inside a quagmire.
caught up in a sad, complex complication.
It looks like
my epitaph might read
as an epigram of defeat.
However, the inscription shall be written
in the style of dark humour,
depicting me facing such a trying position
using droll courage.
My triumph -
my feet would eventually stand on solid rock.
The irony will be
that I was still damned either way.
Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi for publishing
my poem in the April issue of Ariel Chart.
How Fire Breathes
The way beyond freedom and openness
is how fire breathes.
When the beauty of the world
is more than you can dare say,
recall that Israfel played his verse
upon the natural weave of the song’s cloth,
traveling the curved form of a heroes’ path,
flying upon the harmony of rain
beside a meandering lake.
Surrounded by bright ardent orbs,
like the gleam of palladium,
white heat
rolling through the inexorable essence of time
with certainty that rationality is at hand.
Now, valor stands tall,
seen through the clearness of the air,
heroic deeds unshaken,
the shock of life finally broken.
Now free
to speak the dreams of music, memories,
fears and love.
The divine fire breathes.
It’s within the sky.
Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for
publishing my poem in the April issue.
Broken Patterns
Once world weary,
seemingly helpless, hopeless.
Once wondering, am I forever in stasis,
or can I improve my routine?
Determined to escape defeat,
I laid forth a plan.
I’ll enjoy what I have,
but dig deeper into my dreams,
in order to mine greater quantities
of a more comprehensive reality.
I’ll overthrow patterns of thought, feelings, behaviors,
one obstacle at a time,
that have kept me stuck.
I’ll listen with new ears,
sway to eclectic melodies
squeezed through windows’ gaps,
anticipating the release of songs
which bring promise for a freer me.
I’ll balance upon autobiographical surfboards,
propelling me forward.
I was afraid I’d always be an unadventurous person,
but I grew into an independent problem solver,
and joined the ranks of those who own the day.
Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem
in the April issue of Ariel Chart.
Contraries
When faced with a need
to discuss things of consequence,
when it seems hard
to have your wisdom accepted;
when you only wish
to say things imaginatively sensible,
with resplendent wit,
let yourself float
within mental transitional space,
and spin alternating conversations
upon your mental carousel.
While comments twirl,
imagine the other side,
wishing to discard their own bad ideas
and adopt your paradigm,
because you used expert verbal brushwork
like a Van Gogh,
or dealt out ideas like a cardsharp
with a dictionary rather than a deck,
because you set up your carnival grounds
with the most scholarly carnival rides.
Mint the Janus coin in your favor,
let both sides come up heads,
close the gap,
like a once unfortunate cut now completely healed.