Shape Shifting While My Pen Empties
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.
Linda Imbler
Linda Imbler is the author of three poetry collections published
by Amazon. Soma Publishing has published three more of her poetry books. Her poetry and short stories have appeared
both nationally and internationally. In addition to putting pen and paper to
inventive use, Linda is an avid reader and budding illustrator. This
writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas
with her husband, Mike the Luthier, several quite intelligent saltwater
fish, and an ever-growing family of gorgeous guitars. Nominated for a
Pushcart Prize and several Best of the Nets. Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com
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