Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include three published works by Amazon: “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Lost and Found,” and “Red Is The Sunrise.” Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections: “The Sea’s Secret Song,” “Pairings,” a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.” Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.
As if a boy with tripping feet, I fall out of the day, and into the nightfall, where shadows tell me secrets. Thus, the diminishing veil of thought to pen peaks at invisibility. An emphatic play of syllables begins. I see them becoming assembled, gathered, the same way I should be collecting butterflies, buttons, or coins. My once inaccessible pen now smoothly streams. My mind will break open against the blank page, and I’ll find the words flowing as rivers do, to where I write words that heal, words once hidden in my troubled soul. And so follows, the flurried edit, mad digits write with a beat, as I shape-shift into the continual writer, writing to the world.
What Words Mean
Great ideas in a single word, such as the term ‘honor’ heard. We seek to find this within, using all our discipline. We must adjust self-control, Keeping courage in our souls. Renown becomes decency. Fairness pours forth easily.
I think of myself as a bird with twigs to save, for a nest of memories, for remembrance of labors well done, and much sweet music played. I have, at times, been queen of all music, enjoyed the zoom, the sweep , and the rush of a soft landing after a rough flight. I never found time for mocking the fates at the fading view of day, but made time instead for singing life in deep-throated tones. With dearest friends, there was never an end to what we could talk about and learn, no terminus to listing ways in which we could leave the world a better place. So we stayed patient and waited. We marveled at how quickly time had elapsed since the last sunset rolled along. We hypothesized what might erase all our worlds, and prognosticated when peace would come again. I’ll recall, when my final dawn sneaks forward, the many grades and pitfalls I stumbled through while remaining upright. I’ll keep walking in shades of beauty, seeing the twinkling stars play, fold my frail wings in supplication, and never cease to pray. I’ll survive the stormy blasts to walk beneath the archway of a rainbow, delighting that I did not fail. And get there just in time to the wind-kissed sea, then fly lightly on my way, as the dim of my eyes arrives.