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After the remarkable debut of her first poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep”, Linda Imbler again delves deeply into our emotions, this time focusing on things vanished or attained.Nestled between the sorrowful first poem and the hope and glory of the last, she offers images and ideas of reverence, humor, suspense and survival.This is one poet’s guided tour through the peaks and valleys of the human heart when confronted with experiences of what can be lost and what can be found.

Mad Business

The mad business of crowds silenced,

every house seems dark at the door.

Folding flames of candles dissolve,

life choices made in full despair.

The latest death knell has been forged,

the slack coils of un-wrung hands.

The whispering midnight nevermore loud,

life choices made in full despair.

Crash of thunder,

gone in a flash,

life choices made in full despair.

Creepy, crawly prohibitions,

mythical calm lips of the patient.

Unskilled senility

grows around life choices

made in full despair.

 

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                                        First Edition:

Some intriguing ideas about two of life’s most significant mysteries.

“Big Questions, Little Sleep” is a poetry collection exploring questions surrounding time and death. Written during bouts of nightly insomnia, these poems are written with a gentle tug at the heartstrings. Some are personal in nature, but have a strong universal appeal. Written with beauty and soul, each poem asks more than it answers. Each invites you to join the ranks of those who harbor sleepless nights as they contemplate the ever deeper layers of each poem.

SECOND EDITION:

In her dedication, Poet Linda Imbler quotes Anton Chekhov, “The role of the artist is to ask questions, not to answer them.” These are intriguing words meant to reflect intriguing poetry.

The second edition of Big Questions, Little Sleep contains 143 poems. Also included is a lovely foreword penned by the distinguished Indian author Dr. Santosh Bakaya (Ballad of Bapu, Only In Darkness Can You See The Stars-Martin Luther King, Jr, Flights From My Terrace.) “Big Questions, Little Sleep” is a poetry collection exploring questions and some intriguing ideas about two of life’s most significant mysteries: time and death. Written during bouts of nightly insomnia, these poems are written with a gentle tug at the heartstrings. Some are personal in nature, but have a strong universal appeal. Written with beauty and soul, each poem, conceived with its own unique perspective, asks more than it answers. Each invites you, the reader, to join the ranks of those who harbor sleepless nights as you contemplate the ever deepening layers of each poem.

 

Thank you to Editor Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart

for publishing my three poems in the May issue.

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Shake Me True Blue

 Aren’t we lucky

I was the one

to get a dose

of all you’ve said

so many times before?

I want to trust your heart,

stick by you,

whatever you do.

You, depending on me

to watch your back.

You really must decide.

One false move

can put us back,

square one looming.

Let your hope be reborn

at dawn or midnight.

Justice is coming,

you need only confide.

I’ll lead you to somewhere great.

Scan the heavens,

keep looking,

you will discover me.

I have a name.

It is loyalty.

The Hung Clock

 Within the openness of midnight,

this time canonized as most important,

where the tract of the sky

is close to the color of pitch-blend.

Above the bookshelf, 

upon a hanger,

at an easy angle for viewing,

is displayed the front of this clock. 

A fatherly sage watchdog,

within this room, 

in the artificial light, 

within the hothouse atmosphere,

it serves as the manager 

of echoing cathedral sounds.

After each windup,

it chooses the sound,

noise or song.

 The higher pitched ding-dong 

from any woodwind,

the tenor end of a pipe organ,

the comfortable sound of  

the trumpeter of a ship’s horn.

And in syncopation with its voice,

a couple dancing through a minuet,

other small figures

riding atop a carousel of horses.

As early morning nears,

it chimes hourly

in anticipation of 

each new day’s promise.

Teddy Bear

 

A handcrafted silver teddy bear,

with a boo-boo band-aid on his thumb.

It’s unfortunate anyone

could have hatred for this image.

Don’t confuse him with a wolverine.

Henceforth, the carpenter,

by virtue of catechism,

will leave him with an epitaph to guide,

anticipating winged aborted stragglers,

tentative,

not familiar with where they are going,

and too scared to ask.