Five Poems by Linda Imbler

 

Le Passe-muraille

 

Born of a doomed nature,

this now bronzed trickster,

 

the-passer-through-walls,

his powers lost, 

forever elaborately cemented

halfway between steps.

 

This man used his talent

to conduct forbidden acts of

treachery, malignancy,

walking through walls to seduce and to steal.

 

And the doctor whose crushing bridle 

halted his forward march toward all his destructions,

taught him an occult truth that

he learned too late.

 

When given any gift in life, 

one must use that gift with good intentions. 

 

 

The Well

 

One hundred ships sunk

with deleterious results.

 

Their masts built of stone

could not survive

interlocked storms   

that raged for days.

 

Transporters of violent messaging,

submerged.

 

Blurting meaningless elaborations 

within false stories.

Authors of treachery

in their quest for fame,

now languishing 

in the well of darkness

everlastingly. 

 

 

Hordes

 

The hordes

stagger before the wise counsel.

The masses shake their heads.

 

More serious are

irresponsible deaths in autumn,

when the masses choke on tears.

 

Thunderstorms submerged under the dance,

the final count of the weighted battle

seeks irony.

The masses cheer.

 

The wisdom inherent

in a bad day

still gleams.

The masses ponder.

 

Hordes

stand bleak 

before a firmament

of silent wishes,

and, the masses float in reverie. 

 

 

Vigil Within The Vernal Equinox

 

Cool bravery

and evidence of valour observed.

Bold conferences held

using voices spoken in silver tones.

The tender aspects of human nature,

bound together,

woven together, 

along with infinite compassion 

written within the text.

 

Relaxed and graceful poses

sit as active ideas,

promising roles developing

the first rate importance of,

the lasting significance of,

the warm divinity of legendary kings,

 

within a momentous spring equinox.

 

 

Aliens We Were

 

We were launched in a time

of supernatural splendour.

We travelled distances

measured as stars.

 

We were new invaders.

We didn’t bear much resemblance

to fin, feather, fauna.

We were disturbingly different forms,

plodding and sombre,

otherworldly,

alien.

 

We were

figures emerging from wombs,

figures dissolving into dust.

 

And after all the ages,

we became imaginary forms,

in some ways amorphous,

while this sphere still rolled,

this sphere we tried to call home.

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include seven published paperbacks: Big Questions, Little Sleep, Big Questions, Little Sleep second edition (expanded with 66 additional poems); Lost and Found; Red Is The Sunrise; Bus Lights; Travel Sight; Spica’s Frequency; and Doubt and Truth.  Soma Publishing has published her four e-book collections, The Sea’s Secret Song; Pairings, a hybrid of short fiction and poetry;  That Fifth Element; and Per Quindecim. Her new book, Rhythms Told, will be published in the future.  Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found atlindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com