Image courtesy of Pascal Gregory.

This was such a fun and amazing collaboration with musician Pascal Gregory.  His music inspires.  Please have a listen when you get the chance.  Clicking on the link below will take you directly to BandCamp.

https://syngularity.bandcamp.com/track/replicants-in-triplicate-ft-linda-imbler

 

A big thank you to Strider Marcus Jones for including 

five of my poems in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.

Yggdrasil’s Collapse

 

The mighty tree Yggdrasil grew from first existence.

Its sacred name was never writ.

 

Sadly, there are those who will one day 

chew away the tree to make paper. 

The reality will starve the world

because no words will fit upon the ornamented wood. 

Histories will not stand.

 

Right hand pages will be blank, 

and no more chimes shall ring.  

Left hand pages will be blank.

Planets shall be divested of 

the decisiveness of their vision. 

With a rush of air, 

the paper center will collapse

into a pillowed cloud of powder and ash.  

There will be no more winning allegiances, 

nor more presences of Spring.

 

The tremendous magnitude of the mistake, 

destined to be discovered too late, 

as the last of nations falls.

 

 

Admiring Brains

 

To aid the children of men,

a puzzling problem

arouses interest in the machinery of thought.

 

From embraced doctrines of dreams without disorder,

to flights of fancy,

it would be foolhardy to

forget our memories,

or fail to speak of them with candour.

 

Solutions can be accomplished by changing tactics.

 

Points and counterpoints

can be hammered and bent,

or modified as a shaped ball of clay.

 

The transparent medium of brains,

strong greys,

forming elaborate distinctions,

old and new fragments,

some startlingly fresh.

 

A bridge or tunnel built,

a vault, a dome, an arch,

all of impressive scale

added to the mental landscape.

 

As learning grows,

understanding changes upon the canvas

splashes stimuli of colour,

a head full of aurora borealis with dancing waves of light

as we seek to discover what the stars are for.

 

 

Rendezvous At The Intersection

 

Profound influences exerted

that struggle against dissolution 

now king of the road.

Signs markedly different,

once considerably distant to the next,

divisions of style paired with a contrast of values. 

 

Great minds may not think alike,

sloped surfaces may present as the lanes of despots, 

but a great many new elements,

reworked in some way

and incorporated into their own personal imagery,

will allow those tilting planes to flatten.

 

Inevitable thoroughfares of welded idealism

that fly in the face of peace are deconstructed.

Reimagined interlocked highways,

examined for a short time as risky shapes,

and held in abeyance,

become a fresh network for brotherhood.

 

And when strict comparisons are invited,

there will still be varying points of view.

It’s imperative to encourage divergent thought.

 

Borrowing philosophies,

intriguing varieties of thought advance,

and what can be bonded will become

of lasting interest to both.

 

 

A New Broom

 

A need expressed as a mighty force.

A new kind of piped light organizes my space,

that diverted thought creates

after the period of questioning is done.

 

I turn to business,

and develop the thick press of the sublime.

I act accordingly.

 

A new flow of tides, suddenly desired,

pours forth,

is cast into place,

sweeps away fine grains

of what was once wreckage

using clean grace,

adding sparkle to actions

in the search for salvation.

 

Old, bungled gripes,

my bygone testimonies of sticks and stones,

swept into a dustpan,

along with old, discouraged debate

fading into the background.

 

 

Dilemma

 

I’m caught in the whoops of a predicament.

Extraction is difficult.

 

My circumstances seem a double bind.

 

My fate appears to leave me

sinking inside a quagmire.

caught up in a sad, complex complication.

It looks like 

my epitaph might read

as an epigram of defeat.

 

However, the inscription shall be written 

in the style of dark humour,

depicting me facing such a trying position

using droll courage.

My triumph - 

my feet would eventually stand on solid rock.

 

The irony will be

that I was still damned either way.

 

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi for publishing 

my poem in the April issue of Ariel Chart.

How Fire Breathes

 

The way beyond freedom and openness

is how fire breathes.

 

When the beauty of the world 

is more than you can dare say,

recall that Israfel played his verse 

upon the natural weave of the song’s cloth,

traveling the curved form of a heroes’ path,

flying upon the harmony of rain

beside a meandering lake.

 

Surrounded by bright ardent orbs,

like the gleam of palladium,

white heat

rolling through the inexorable essence of time

with certainty that rationality is at hand.

 

Now, valor stands tall,

seen through the clearness of the air,

heroic deeds unshaken, 

the shock of life finally broken.

 

Now free 

to speak the dreams of music, memories,

fears and love.

 

The divine fire breathes.

It’s within the sky.

 

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi of Ariel Chart for 

publishing my poem in the April issue.

Broken Patterns

 

Once world weary,

seemingly helpless, hopeless.

 

Once wondering, am I forever in stasis, 

or can I improve my routine?

 

Determined to escape defeat,

I laid forth a plan.

 

I’ll enjoy what I have,

but dig deeper into my dreams, 

in order to mine greater quantities

of a more comprehensive reality.

 

I’ll overthrow patterns of thought, feelings, behaviors,

one obstacle at a time,

that have kept me stuck.

 

I’ll listen with new ears,

sway to eclectic melodies 

squeezed through windows’ gaps,

anticipating the release of songs

which bring promise for a freer me.  

 

I’ll balance upon autobiographical surfboards,

propelling me forward.

 

I was afraid I’d always be an unadventurous person,

but I grew into an independent problem solver,

and joined the ranks of those who own the day.

 

Thank you to Mark Antony Rossi for publishing my poem 

in the April issue of Ariel Chart.

Contraries

 

When faced with a need

to discuss things of consequence,

when it seems hard

to have your wisdom accepted;

when you only wish

to say things imaginatively sensible,

with resplendent wit,

let yourself float

within mental transitional space,

and spin alternating conversations

upon your mental carousel.

 

While comments twirl,

imagine the other side,

wishing to discard their own bad ideas

and adopt your paradigm,

because you used expert verbal brushwork 

like a Van Gogh,

or dealt out ideas like a cardsharp 

with a dictionary rather than a deck,

because you set up your carnival grounds

with the most scholarly carnival rides. 

 

Mint the Janus coin in your favor,

let both sides come up heads,

close the gap,

like a once unfortunate cut now completely healed.