Thank you to Danijela Trajkovic of A Too Powerful Word for publishing my poem today.

https://atoopowerfulword.wixsite.com/magazine/post/linda-imbler

Protective Coloration

Protective coloration,

prescribed illusions, cheating changeovers.

For predators with a hungry form,

maybe an arctic fox

with his attacking design

built around his foxy affiliation

with ice and snow.

Or, perhaps prey,

a glass octopus, transparent,

hiding from whales or sea birds.

Delicate winged butterflies,

up against a tree bark,

playing hide-and-seek with frogs and lizards.

Even those with a penchant for glamour,

spiders and peacocks, vivid, kaleidoscopic.

When all are done integrating,

what remains is a safe and happy life.

Humanity,

polychromatic sculptures

with an external, laid wrap of skin.

Humanity, a distorted spoil

by those who speak sin,

descended from some primitive wrong.

We, without the constant lock

of all the light that

potentially shines from inside us,

using our colorations

to hide that glow.

For now, humanity,

misused figures only forged

in the image of the bound.

 Thank you to Steve Cawte of Impspired for publishing my work today.

https://impspired.com/2020/10/01/linda-imbler-4/

The Sum Total Of All Their Longing

Amid the huge awakening, after the long silence,
flowers of love give out to the world the scent of new bloom.
Be never mistaken that life is worth living.
Energies conferred upon both man and woman,
two radiant monarchs crowned with passion.
At mountain’s peak,
as gloominess turns to illumination,
the best of this twosome will stand revealed,
the sum total of all their longing,
one grand note taken onward within the song
of this pair of hearts.

In A Petri Dish
A study of past times and seasons will advance our progress
toward our making dynamic, yet logical changes.
Alterations that help emphasize our being alive,
and imbue us with keener perception
as we catch each new vision.
 
The old days remain as they were,
but gardeners with better tools grow new fruit,
spread the roots of civility,
and fulfill the sunset’s promise
of peace in our time.
 
We, the enquiring world aspirants,
on a vast scale,
because none can do it alone.
Only by building our rafts,
using trusty lathes
with unifying symmetry around their axis,
can we hope to float upon friendship’s grace,
above gentle streams of goodwill,
and only then will we finally
be able to drink from those same waters.
 
We’ll celebrate
a new examination of Earth’s petri dish,
that will reveal our close embrace
of splendid and golden days.
 
Hats off to us, then,
for exposing our true worth.

 Thank you to David K. Montoya and the editorial staff at The World Of Myth for publishing my poem today.

http://theworldofmyth.com/?fbclid=IwAR1OuMOvCf1bjVPB_X6bsnCRN3reQ8TB3uci-oWQtmzu3UA-EEtZye_X144

Doom and Gloom Upon the Ides

They rendered unto Caesar his dying breath.

Left him without thought, nor eye, nor ear.

You rendered unto me your uncool betrayal.

Left me with neither trust nor peace.

I didn’t hear then that raven’s call, 

the clear warning 

of that dark bird, 

who came as the harbinger of your designs

that snapped my nerves,

laid the weight carried by a Titan’s son

across my chest.

Treachery, deception,

undertaken in that blip of time

that divides the long eternities,

both before and after you.

That now loudly sounding blip I crawl through,

each year on the Ides of March.

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 Thank you to Agron Shele of Atunis Galaxy  for publishing 

my two poems today.

https://atunispoetry.com/2020/09/17/poems-by-linda-imbler-usa/

                                                                                    Overlooking The Cliff

The emotional union of land and sea runs deep.

Watch from your height

the early morning fire-mist on the beach

before the sun consents to appear

as a glowing epic.

A constant flood of waves over sand.

A constant sea breeze ruffling hair.

In bright daylight,

over the tricky tor, you’ll spot

fish leaping in a single bound.

They then reverse,

and dive headlong, 

to then rejoin the ocean ceaseless.

If they land wrong they weep,

and all their tribe weeps for them.

Daily, memories sail across

this noble body of water.

And under the waves,

you may imagine 

the attended continuum of life.

As the sun sits and puts up his feet,

the pale-faced moon the twilight brings,

and with it, a different tide.

I see it all,

standing, 

overlooking the cliff.

Life Altering Love

The one truly life-altering thing

that everyone should experience

at least once, is to have someone 

fall in love with them.

Reveling in the huge back-and-forth 

fancy of one to the other.

A completed glimpse 

of the object of one’s affection 

never quite lasting long enough.

The whispering of warm words,

gently echoing,

within the carefully defined universe

both have agreed-upon.

Keeping close with each tender embrace

that gives breath to each tender kiss.

The aspect of modified responses

toward one’s beloved which differs 

from that given to anyone platonic.

A romance based on devotion, trust, and mutual support,

in pallid nighttime, or saturnine midnight.

Love as the discriminating operator 

of every admirer’s heart.

Thank you to Herojit Philem for publishing my two poems in Literary Garland this month.


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Lakeside Drive

Part of London has sinned,

at Lakeside Drive.

say some outside of it.

This one street with provincial distinction

in this valuable world.

Inside,

once past the sign, 

resembling carved and engraved bone,

at the entrance,

one can discover that

a lack of reliance on modern technology

will still allow a place

to make great human progress.

Along this wide street,

these residents worship a subroutine,

not of computers, but of a sanctified concord

of declared harmony,

between people, groups, races.

The only apparatus

sustaining their progress,

an expertise of handiness, versatility, respect, and love.

The reversed significance of data processing,

the process of having a pragmatic outlook,

while using both the head and heart.

The denizens on this map

trust no inept theist rabble.

They trust only the preservation

of unchastened optimism,

and the flame of level temperament,

and they balance the optic

as neighbors shaking hand with courtesy.

There’s no fallacious brag about Lakeside Drive.

It simply exists

as a beacon of hope

for a more appropriate now.

Hail On An Old Tin Roof

 I can’t shake 

this prayer recited.

Its song,

its thoughts pound like hail

on an old tin roof.

It becomes a mantra.

I stay awake all night,

for all the thinking,

not even having gray dreams.

Realize,

even hurting,

a poet searches for dreams.

I repeat,

repeat,

repeat

that which I know by heart:

Counting sheep

Listing all the countries of Africa

Reciting poetry.

Static drum rhythm,

hail on an old tin roof.

Thank you to Glory Sasikala at GloMag for publishing my poem today.

FINDING OUR AWAKENING

I pray our solitude

will teach us to listen.

But, the world is so loud,

even now pressed against its own inaction.

We wait to find a hushed rendezvous

in flaming Spring,

hoping there will be no true fail.

And,

we are learning how easy it would be

to end the world.

We are tiring of the long present.

Yet, just when all looks lost,

freedom will open

and be revealed here and there.

We will become glad our bodies could find light

beyond this disease.

And, once we regain all our liberties,

we can drift above the clouds

in this moment of freedom

made by love from heroes.

To sing more,

and talk less,

bringing us all closer to God.

And if we have enjoyed those days of seclusion

in the right way,

we will share memories

20 years from now and beyond,

and do so shamelessly.