A huge thank you to editor David O'Nan for publishing

5 of my poems in Fevers Of The Mind. 

https://feversofthemind.com/2024/04/11/a-fevers-of-the-mind-poetry-showcase-quick-10-interview-with-linda-imbler/

Cool Engine


Chessboard hair
Lollipop lips

				High-grade voice
				Bass strum shake

Quintet spark-plug
Sleek chassis

				Exotic gauge
				Engine purr

A Car no one
Ever wanted to trade.

The Heat of Sound

outspoken intent
builds inside the calm radio

quiet secrets
become loud and heavy

the solicitation of chords
exposes an aural plundering of the senses

ecstacy and pathos
both fleeting on a strong wind
heard as the heat of sound.









New Experience


Hip,
with a crack of rhythm and blues,
asking have we ever been.
Hands trained by gods,
to command spangled stars.
Our new experience.

Spoken voice so soft,
lyrics sung bold as love,
of cherry houses burning,
and watchtowers.
Our new experience.

Head and neck
of psychedelic scarves,
paisley weave drapes thin,
hats that wear like gypsies,
a man stylish and kind.
Our new experience.

The voodoo lady
weeps with Joe,
we cry with Mary
beside the fire,
after Jimi excuses himself
to kiss the sky.
His new experience.










Destiny Solved


To learn from each day.
Yet still understand,
a well done past;
valuing the why
 of that ascendancy.


Upon one winter rose,
there lies the heart of my hope,
fashioned as a holy shroud,
guarding an overflow of tranquility.

I’ll lay forth no rest for mortal seeking,
nor for the fancy of reason.

The canon is now set.
My destiny laid forth and solved.
My soul’s welfare forever in all texts.

I have arrived.









Savior

You’re in possession of a name 
that cures hearts
that had fallen like the breaking of slender twigs,
helping the once downhearted soul seem as
the only happy person in the world.

You have inspired minstrels to sing poems,
prophetic gospels that tell of
the magic of you 
and your gallery of masterpieces,
all those that speak to me.