Wednesday, November 1, 2017




I filled a jar with fireflies,
Punched many holes atop for air,
Kissed each one as I placed inside,
The next morning, they were not there.

They’d slipped through the numerous holes,
And risen as pinpoints of light,
Set between celestial poles,
To join others’ sparkling delight.

Now children's folly tinged with love,
Fills the sky from millions of jars,
Beacons of hope hung up above,
Each child's fancy creating stars.

Follow always these well-lit spheres,
They’ll take you where you wish to be,
Transform your path, help to appear,
Your own amazing destiny.


You have seen my soul.
We stood at the edge of the world
where both the sky and the sea mate.
No uncertainty about both our needs.
We ride sparkling waves to our next life port,
there's so much behind us,
but then, we have so much more ahead.

You've taught me how organic love is
as we float the world together,
the rattling of our bones together,
for a day, our connection twangs,
we've done without many things,
most of which would trip us up,
except those things that really matter.

You add light for my benefit,
you keep the skies and seas blue
even on the cloudiest days.
When I break you glue me back
with starlight from inside your eyes.

You have awoken something real in me,
you always take care of me,
your hands hold the key to me.
You have the ocean waves to sing your song,
my kind brown eyed man.
We jumped the broom and shattered the glass.
Our unconventional life, somehow,
this grand sail with you never grows tiresome.
I love you most when you check out the fancy girls
and then turn around and beg for me.


Speak to us at vibrantly hued close of day,
with tremoloed soft notes filtered through clear air
ending with a fade.

Speak to us by means of the young,
where the thrum of vibrating hearts are the warmest,
and compassion for those smaller and weaker
is so freely expressed.

Speak to us as we hear waves lapping the shore,
the crush of rock created by time,
building crescendoes echoing the heights
to which man’s soul can soar.

Speak to us by using photographic portraits,
faces laden with all manner of emotion,
a totality of feelings captured,
everything reflected in the shutterbug’s lens
no visage invisible or unattainable.

Speak through us with your goodness, greatness
lightening many hearts, yours, theirs.
Let us be reminded that soft notes still beckon,
warmth towards others still stirs the heart.
Our time is so limited,
every face holds a story of a life lived
whether short or long in duration.
Our history heard in the strum
of the cosmic musician’s performance.
The omniscient song is there
for us to discover.


LINDA IMBLER is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Her work has appeared in numerous journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found  at This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas.

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