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LINDA IMBLER'S INSPIRATIONS

Poet Linda Imbler relates the inspirations for her three new poems published in Credo Espoir.

Pure Altruism

“A once lonely old man told me

his old discontent and ruin

had been displaced by something more grand

once he discovered selflessness and benevolence, 

along with true concern for well-being of others.”

This poem expresses the idea that what we send out into the ether comes back to us.  People call this many things: karma (through many religions: Buddhist, Hindu, Jain, etc,) or cause and effect ( Isaac Newton’s third law of motion. This law states that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction)  Some just know this as the result of consequences ( that good actions will inevitably have good consequences.)  But, there is a greater good at work, either through religion, science, or simple common sense.  The certainty that doing something for its own sake, without recognition, is a powerful thing, not only for the recipient, but also for the doer. 

I make it a habit of paying the person at the tollbooth additional money when I travel, so that the cost of the travel of the person behind me is lessened.  I have never met anyone in a car following mine, not do I wish for any grand thanks.  I suspect many might pay it forward, but even if they don’t (and I have no idea)  I truly believe I had brightened someone else’s day in some small way.  That is all the thanks I need.  I also make it a habit of saying a small prayer for any persons and family of that person riding in an ambulance, or for firefighters on their way to a fire. Just really small things that I believe will make a difference to someone.

Upon, Above, Among, Under

“Within the woods,

from tall ancients to thin babes,

listen to the soft whisper of leaves trembling on the wind,

or the crunchy fallen ones.”

This is partly a poem about ecology and how we should protect the four elements in our environment with respectful eyes, as well as actions.  It’s also a poem about recognizing where we stand in relation to the cosmos.  It reminds us about heeding our senses and recognizing the beauty of the world within nature.  And, it is a poem about acknowledging that our time here is short and we should make the most of it, and enjoy the bounty of beauty we have been gifted with.  No cautionary tales here. Just a listing of ways in which I have viewed the world and  examples of what is available to others should they choose to examine that which we have received through grace.

When Truth Makes Us Smile

“Let’s help the sun rise,

bringing all honor to shine on the world,”

Words of hope, words of common experience when we fall I love, words of friendship.  Knowing that what we see, hear, touch, and feel inside can be real.  Truth really does make us smile.  When we find truth, we know that our hearts and minds are home and we can take our shoes off, put our feet up on the ottoman, and experience the comfort of contentment.  We no longer quiver with fear or anxiety.  Our lips, almost without knowing it will happen, spread across our face in that friendliest of expressions.  That warm fuzzy feeling in the stomach is not a myth.  Plus, the truth is simple to remember, so it’s easier on the head!

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Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include five published paperbacks: “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Lost and Found,”  “Red Is The Sunrise,” “Bus Lights, Travel Sights,”  and the Second Edition of “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections, “The Sea’s Secret Song,”  “Pairings,”which is a a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.” She is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee.  Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  In addition to writing, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars. Linda Imbler believes that poetry has the potential to add to the beauty of the world. We must be strong and fearless in showing humility and kindness.  One thing many fear a lot, but shouldn’t, is being kind and having it seen as a sign of weakness.  It is quite the opposite.

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing this poem today.


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Any Rainbow's Chromatic Flight

We watch from within a cafe on a rainy day.

The earlier warm air had spread across a balmy world. 

Now clouds with cold rain gather above,

sunlight goes,

and while what is falling is beautifully hypnotic,

we do not wish to endure

a moldy canvas of land

from too much rain,

or seasickness

from a swelling of the seas,

and the clouds heard our plea

to bathe in the sun.

So Solomon and Aladdin

rode that may colored carpet

across the skies,

and just as the fading water vapor

made it disappear,

that once viewed rainbow produced happiness,

below, 

on a less sodden earth.

 

Poseidon As Percussionist

Poseidon, rising from the depths,

stands tall as percussionist.

He, waving his trident,

and banging the gong

of the hung moon,

in tempo with the last few notes

of tonight’s symphony of the sea.

Thank you to Bear Creek Haiku for publishing my Haiku.


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poet Linda Imbler, Wichita, Kansas...

    sexy midnight

    its shadow covers this land

    Prince wails through speakers.

                  words carried on gentle breeze
          telling all I wish to say
          tales about forgiveness

    say the truth that’s in your heart

    sing it out from between your lips    
    songs never unsung.

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing this poem today.

https://www.arielchart.com/2020/09/at-end-of-world.html

At the End of the World

The crushing knights wore iron fabric,

and sat upon high stallions with clicking lips.

They rode upon torn ships

on a sea of confusion.

They steered their sinking, marbled ferries into oblivion,

this army with no weapons.

They will forever be dead in dreams,

and will convey no more ancient religions.

They left cathedral shells,

spoils of an immense war.

Their absurd heresy,

their breaches recommending funereal forecasts,

now trapped in a web of obscurity.

The ewe withstood the ram,

and the sentient rot

of insurrection and darkness

eventually dissipated.

All that remains is

an intrepid philosopher,

wielding a commonsense impulse, 

standing on an aging banner,

at this,

the end of the world.

 Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for publishing this poem today.


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When The Parakeets Disappeared

I remember what you were,

although I dreamt of you becoming

something else.

I recall your actions of brilliant deviltry,

while wearing so well your anthropoid sneer,

remaining so nonplussed while I bled.

You brought home to me two parakeets in a cage

during one of your rare, dolorous frames of mind.

But, I learned that you were

a bungling traitor on whom

I had wasted worthy love while

smothered beneath your lustiest mockery

of expressions of affection.

I also discovered that you

sought to use the birds  

as a means to confine me, as they themselves were confined,

and all heard my grief.

I thought your shallow inputs to help 

cure my oblivion were real.

But, your sad and cruel refusal to abjure trickery

showed the truth.

You promised to re-orient yourself, but continued 

to rule your roost,

laying down petty rules,

as if formulated by an emperor.

Your haughty fabrications

brought me to the point of leaving the cage door open,

and as I exited through the front door,

those beautiful birds, now free, chirped,

and I felt no despair, pain, or anger at their escape.

We all got away,

and all heard my relief.

Thank you to Annette Nasser and her team for publishing my two poems in the inaugural issue of this beautiful new publication ILA Magazine.





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Arabesque Beauty

The inhale, the exhale, the pranayama of breath,

while displaying an array of backward and forward bends.

Braid of ankles, weave of arms,

spine lines curved or straight.

The set-up of vinyasa flow for new asanas, 

physical poses in twists, flexes, folds.

Intertwining elegance of the lotus,

practice within the stretch, mesh, and groove.

The soft sound of mantra

at body’s relaxation 

while we continue the drishti gaze.

Namaste.

Parnassus

At its mountain top,

a summit rife with harmonics,

and commanders of verse

on this limestone mount,

where all who scale its well-shaped peaks

are taught to sing down their learning.

Centuries of knowledge stacked,

Kings and Princes,

Demons and Daemons,

Queens and the Jester,

heeding,

the clarion, the harp, the dance,

the arts that make the world good,

comedies/tragedies,

stars, spheres,

inspirations of divinity,

the enthusiasm of sacred revelations.

Forget evils,

seek beauty and love in all future creations.

Imagination’s a precious thing.

Artistry from the pen, from the harp, the song.

A thousand faces of new birth.

No emulation, each muse to its own talents.