Answer What You Ask

I found the papers for which I’d searched

hidden in a back drawer.

It was the best inheritance

that I could have asked for.

The names didn't match and the date

was off by several months

from what I've been told. Realization struck,

I'd been told a lie, my birth facts they'd wish to hide.

It suddenly occurred to me, some

never found a loving home,

and then realized the magnitude

of having my own.

© Copyright 2015, Linda Imbler.  All Rights reserved.

Winter

The cold burn of arctic air, hard for skin

and nose to breath, hard to think clearly. When

did you leave? You 

exit while winter’s demolishing trespass

changes all, with icy eyes that sit in judgement of

our radio sled parade.

Tired, fatigued people, always

feeling so crushed, under

extra clothes, the constant

contemptuous parcelling of snow

so ceaseless, no wonder folks stay so confused

throughout winter, such as I do myself

plodding through memories, looking for

reasons for our split.

An ice sculpture world shaped by fingers of the wind,

chilling and numbing, bringing shivers of them within whom blood flows,

causing inadequate footing, for walks, 

for pairings

ice reconfigured

what we were, or did you do that?

© Copyright, 2016, Linda Imbler.  All Rights Reserved.

Thank you to Editor Natasha Ganes for publishing my poem in Treehouse Arts.


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The Saffron King

That ragged beggar enthroned

upon the park bench,

helmeted,

with grease-laden locks

pressed against sallow skin.

His needlework (cruel)

crewel embroidery lined up

along his veins,

his stories forgotten.

Characteristics of him

as a living creature,

excretion/locomotion/respiration,

disbelieved.

What widespread rejoicing do they publicize

when

What songs do they sing to paint the town red

when

What bets do they lay down

against this saffron king’s cessation?

He, abdicated by nature’s euthanasia.

The misunderstanding of addiction’s need to rule.