Linda

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Friday, November 6, 2026

 





NOVEMBER, 2025












Thank you to Poet Vatsala Radhakeesoon for translating my poem into Mauritian Kreol.
The Cards Spoke
On the day no one was looking,
everyone aged,
only by a day,
but that day went fast,
as the cards were shuffled so quickly.
It was as if
a parlor trick was being presented.
And people wept, knowing
the chance to slow down time
had eluded them.
The clock’s hands would spin.
When no one was listening,
life spoke secrets
for earning immortality,
long lost knowledge was confessed.,
and all were deemed unlucky.
The flip of the cards
was so loud that they drowned out
any chance to catch the words.
And people wept, knowing
that to live forever
had eluded them.
That last day would come.

Bann kart finn revele
Enn zour personn pa ti pe gete,
zot tou ti vieyi,
zis dan enn zour,
Me sa zour-la li finn pas vit,
parski bann kart ti bate bien vit.
Li ti koumadir
enn vre trik ki ti prezante.
E bann dimounn finn plore, kan konn
lasans fer letan pas dousman
finn anbrouy zot.
Zegwi revey ti pe marse.
Kan personn pa ti pe ekoute,
lavi finn revel bann sekre
pou gagn imortalite,
konesans perdi ti konfese
e zot tou ti sorti malsanse.
Batman kart
ti telman for ki zot finn touy
lasans resezi bann mo.
E bann dimounn finn plore, kan finn kone
ki lide viv pou touzour
finn deles zot.
Dernie zour pou vini.

Thursday, October 1, 2026


Thank you so very much to Dr. Rachna Singh 

of The Wise Owl for publishing my work in the 

October issue. ❤


https://www.thewiseowl.art/linda-imbler









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Monday, September 21, 2026

 


Thank you to the editors at Mad Swirl for publishing my poem, "Crossroads."





Photo courtesy of Thomas Reisner, published in Mad Swirl






CrossRoads by Linda Imbler

When Saturday night bands
seeded the air with song,
and the groovy people gathered
to rap, to trip the light fantastic,
The CrossRoads brought dreams
into the light,
beyond strobes.
People mottled by summer sun
prayed
the phrase book of God,
and didn’t mind
where anyone had started from.
A new family conceived
on the dance floor.

September 17, 2026

editors note: Wherever two or more are gathered together… – mh clay


Monday, July 27, 2026




A HUGE THANK YOU TO THE TALENTED TIM SANDERS FOR PUTTING MY POEM "CIRCADIA" TO MUSIC AND VIDEO.  PLEASE ENJOY THIS REMARKABLE PIECE OF WORK.  I LOVE COLLABORATING WITH TIM!!


https://www.facebook.com/watch/?ref=saved&v=1572797011057353

Monday, July 13, 2026

 


Thank you to Editor Sand Pilarski of Piker Press for publishing my poem today.


                                                                   



                                                                         Oh, Snap!

She thinks she’s one of the piquants,
but in reality,
she’s just a tenderfoot at wit,
always mining for pageantry and ballyhoo.
She’s a self-proclaimed hotdog of the educated,
with more than a drip of the fatuous and silly.

In her own mind,
she’s no caboodle of careless shenanigans,
she’s a collage of impressive handwoven 
and tangled farces.

More’s the pity 
that this ignorant dingbat,
continuously manifests a wince in the rest of us.

Monday, July 6, 2026

 


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Thoughts Pondered In This Book:


The bravery of mapping your dreams in defiance of taking breaths of poisoned air.


The spirit to stand free countering the disquietude of constriction.


The valor of repurposing your life to keep your dreams from fading.


The courage to sweep out old concerns using a new broom.


A resolve for continued new learning standing against the pins and needles of ignorance.


The pages of our lives, standing the test of time, even though silver steel may tarnish.


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