Thank you so very much to Editor Scott Biddulph at Two Drops of Ink for publishing
my two poems.

https://twodropsofink.com/2017/12/29/poetry-break-by-linda-imbler/

Big thanks to Nilavronill Shoovro, Stacia Lynn Reynolds
 and the Editorial Team at Our Poetry Archive for publishing
this poem in their January issue:

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/01/linda-imbler.html

HOPE AND PROMISE

Last year disrobes the grudges and worries

from around its form.

It clothes itself in the robes of Morpheus,

forgetful and forgotten.

The new year, once waiting in slumber,

awakens to the call of Winter’s child,

beckoning,

“Dress in your coat of optimism and promise.

Come view the snow-lit morn

of hope and future plans.”

Big thanks to Nilavronill Shoovro, Stacia Lynn Reynolds
 and the Editorial Team at Our Poetry Archive for publishing
this poem in their January issue:

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/01/linda-imbler.html

BLACK-EYED PEAS

(A Sonnet)

A bowl full of luck for New Year’s Day

black-eyed peas steaming off the stove

add a dash of pepper sauce

or maybe some ketchup

It’s a Southern thing

superstition

but I can’t

let it

go.

Big thanks to Nilavronill Shoovro, Stacia Lynn Reynolds
 and the Editorial Team at Our Poetry Archive for publishing
this poem in their January issue:

https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.com/2018/01/linda-imbler.html

RESOLUTION 2018

I will go where two parallel rivers run,

yet launch my vessel upon the calmer one,

between the straighter shores.

I will go over underwater rocks with ease,

for I will have believed in the power of early Spring rains

that will help the waters rise.

I will be buoyant because I have lightened my load,

discarded what would weigh me down.

And when I must follow a crooked course,

I will float heedful around obstructions,

past stricken, empty ships,

keeping my eyes facing the bow.

I will glide fast, yet true

along the shores of reeds

at open land’s edge,

and spy the glow-worm’s treat

and harken to cicada’s thrum.

I will attend to crooning troubadours along the shore,

whose well-wishing rhythm,

whose rhyme and meter hearten me,

taking me happily forward.

Later, I will listen to my fellow mariners tell stories of glory

and downstream, when I meet other sailors for the first time,

I will extend my hand at the widest part of the river,

for that is where the longest bridge must be built.

Thank you to Editor Sam Rose for publishing my work in The Peeking Cat today.


peekingcatpoetry.com

Thank you to Editor Lanning Russell of Event Horizon Magazine for publishing my 5 poems in the second issue.

eventhorizonmagazine.com

Thank you to Tasha at In Between Hangovers for publishing 
"Neon Sign."

Neon Sign

This must be how things were for Sisyphus

as he tried to move his load along the path.

Having his burden nearly reach the far side

of the rising of the hill,

as he tried to roll his encumbrance beyond his vision.

Only to have that blasted bolder just tease the top 

and turn back against him.

Like a neon sign always moving 

but going nowhere,

that's how some folks feel

with a chip on their shoulders

the size of a boulder.