Linda Imbler

Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  When not writing, Linda is an avid reader, classical guitar player, and a practitioner of both Yoga and Tai Chi.  In, addition, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars.  She lives in Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A. Linda enjoys her 200-gallon saltwater reef tank wherein resides her 20-year-old yellow tang.  A retired teacher, who began writing in earnest in January, 2015, Linda believes that poetry has the potential to add to the beauty of the world.  Much of this beauty she feels can be found in the night sky and, on warm nights, her telescope serves as inspiration for this belief. Linda’s published paperback poetry collections include “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Big Questions, Little Sleep: Second Edition,” “Lost and Found,” “Red Is The Sunrise,” and “Bus Lights, City Sights: Nashville and Back.” 

She has three e-books published by Soma Publishing; “The Sea’s Secret Song,” “Pairings,” which is a hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.”  Linda has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and has four Best Of The Net nominations.

The Sum Total Of All Their Longing

Amid the huge awakening, after the long silence,
flowers of love give out to the world the scent of new bloom.
Be never mistaken that life is worth living.
Energies conferred upon both man and woman,
two radiant monarchs crowned with passion.
At mountain’s peak,
as gloominess turns to illumination,
the best of this twosome will stand revealed,
the sum total of all their longing,
one grand note taken onward within the song
of this pair of hearts.

In A Petri Dish

A study of past times and seasons will advance our progress
toward our making dynamic, yet logical changes.
Alterations that help emphasize our being alive,
and imbue us with keener perception
as we catch each new vision.
 
The old days remain as they were,
but gardeners with better tools grow new fruit,
spread the roots of civility,
and fulfill the sunset’s promise
of peace in our time.
 
We, the enquiring world aspirants,
on a vast scale,
because none can do it alone.
Only by building our rafts,
using trusty lathes
with unifying symmetry around their axis,
can we hope to float upon friendship’s grace,
above gentle streams of goodwill,
and only then will we finally
be able to drink from those same waters.
 
We’ll celebrate
a new examination of Earth’s petri dish,
that will reveal our close embrace
of splendid and golden days.
 
Hats off to us, then,
for exposing our true worth.

A Parade of Seasons

There’s a parade of seasons,
marching down the highway of life.
They cross in front of all of us,
as the sun passes through each year.
A sun that feeds all our days.
 
We must not close our minds
against any cycles.
 
There’s a light behind our eyes.
Headlights-illuminating what lies
beyond the woven light of winter,
which holds so many weeks
of redundant freeze,
until the knowing wren begins to speak,
and the taste of fresh snow grows stale.
 
A straight line-wet,
under gentle rain,
when spring wears a robe of flowers.
Its breath like incense against the dry land.
 
Catch a new vision of your summer friend,
when amber sands blanket seashells
on dewy, golden morns.
We breath in scents of morning leaves and ruby roses,
embrace the heat from a brass mountain,
reflecting the shine of a metallic sun.
 
Revolving doors into Fall-
the time of the full moon.
The lurid structures of de-leafing trees.
In the sky, faint beams
from countless million stars.
 
Our human hierarchy watching the parade,
riding the tides of our times.
We all should buckle up for life.

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