Thank you to Editor Glory Sasikala for publishing my poem in the June Issue of GloMag.

https://view.joomag.com/glomag-glomagjune2019/0602885001561778993?short

Thank you to Brian Geiger at Vita Brevis for publishing my poem.

https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/changing-lanes-poem-by-linda-imbler/




Photo Courtesy of Vita Brevis
"Figures in the Street" by Pierre Bonnard

Changing Lanes

As one breathes in
the beauty of nature,
and life’s greatest treasures,
another breathes out,
and all becomes still,
as they go into memory.

One falls down,
the fault of such action
being tricky to discern,
the wayside becomes the lover
as the faller clings to the ground.
Another stands up,
rises to greet the day
and to face adversity.

All of us on life’s great footpath,
going the same direction,
albeit at different speeds.

Thank you to Editor Jessica Brant for publishing my poem in Blognostics.

https://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experience-in-literature-poetry-and-art/2019/06/26/pink-flamingo-by-linda-imbler/




Pink Flamingo

Pink flamingo,
stretches her long neck skyward.
Soft touch,
feathery.
Flame colored,
calls are uttered.
In places of captivity, their wings are clipped.
Chicks that do not stay inside their creches
could be vulnerable to predators.
But they really are miraculous birds,
and very capable flyers.
Pink flamingo,
well fed,
ingesting much,
vibrantly colored,
flies so high.

Thank you to Brian Geiger of Vita Brevis for posting "Literary teapots."

https://vitabrevisliterature.com/poems/literary-teapots-poem-by-linda-imbler/

Literary Teapots

Pour a cup of thought,
gulping words as you tip the book,
and ingest
some witty phrase
or concussive publication,
until the liquid saturates your brain,
as you contemplate the weight of snow and rain
and the airiness and lift of sun and light.

All manner of heroes and monsters,
drunk from that large cyclopedic cup.

Thank you to The Literary Librarian for publishing my cinquain.

Echo (Cinquain)

Echo

distant and tuned.

Reflects back all you’ve said.

You feel glad your words have import.

Response.

Puzzle

Please do not try

to unravel the puzzle of me.  

Just accept me, and if you

discover my truths,

just smile

because I’ve done the same

to those who are my friends.

I found the courage

not to tell them

I know their secrets.

The Man in the Derby Hat

The man in the derby hat

hears his songbird tweeting

but it evokes no joy for him

because today is a dark day.

That’s pronounced de-pression.

The man in the derby hat 

walks the hills and villages 

around where he lives 

but it evokes no wonder in him.

Because today is a gloomy day.

All colors are dull.

Music and laughter are grating.

Food is tasteless

and the air is stale.

The man in the derby hat

sees the cliff

and decides that is

a good place from which to fly.

Like his songbird,

he sends his last tweet.

And.