Thank you to Strider Marcus Jones for publishing my five poems in Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2024/06/five-poems-by-linda-imbler.html

 

Thank you to Jack Caradoc of Dreich Magazine 

for publishing my poem.

Alfred

Skillful maneuvers that lead eyes onto

film informed by reality.

Stories telling us all along that life has organization.

A shocking exuberant shape,

more wide than high,

he’s easier to find than his more slender peers

among a great profusion of corpses.

His profile,

a legible sign,

pointing to

an acute need to solve the crime.

With the usefulness of his lens,

emergent forms are overlaid with latent images.

He spills a diversion of clues with great ingenuity,

shapes the liquid of blood

into shades of the dead.

Alfred’s representation of the ordinary unfolds basic ideas,

infused them with a sense of vitality.

As the actions unfold,

a cycle of development looms.

Moral implications are made clear,

and then closure,

as we take our fears with us into the blackness of night.

 Thank you to Jack Caradoc at Dreich Magazine 

for publishing my poem.

The Beauty Of Skin

We know of skin, basically,

what it is and what it can do.

Conceived as a protector,

giving the ability to hold shape.

From cradles are birthed color combinations,

the widest possible varieties,

numbering in the thousands.

Appreciate the beauty of these complexions over vertebrae:

The pigment of a walnut wood carving;

A deep tone of beige, as the great plain of a desert;

Flaxen spun, or emerging as porcelain

like the stony part of bones;

The hue of natural linen

or luxurious silk;

Weathered shells;

Durable wool covering leather

along the spine. 

Sign designs etched upon,

tattoos inked within,

perhaps in ritual.

And, if we would believe optimistic testimony,

we’d find it all doubtlessly flattering

in notes of darkened, lightened personal vision.

We would know of skin 

as the instrument of biological music,

developing a never before held adoration

for the variegated of Earth’s most vital organs,

most servicable to each other,

offering cosmic appreciation.

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem in the June issue of Ariel Chart.

https://www.arielchart.com/2024/06/secrets-in-dark.html

Secrets In the Dark

 

Tell me what you dreamt,

while you were unable to speak in the dark.

 

I carry the insomnia of martyrs.

I hear sounds heralded,

lost in chaos.

I heed them against 

the quiet march of dead sons 

in the hallway.

 

What were your impressions carved

within the sound sleep

of your high road?

 

I’ve asked you to tell me as best you can,

asked you to unveil,

what must be remembered.

 

What did you dream in the dark,

that puts you at ease

upon your foggy shelf?

Perhaps that’s a question

for another conversation.