Shape Shifting While My Pen Empties

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.


the diminishing veil 

of thought to pen 

peaks at invisibility.

An emphatic play of syllables begins.

I see them becoming assembled,


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

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