Think only good of me.

Forgive the cruel pangs I caused

by my lack of understanding

that one good word costs

no more than one that’s bad.

Pardon my plans never completed.

I had big dreams at times, but then…..

Excuse all the times I was loopy while waking,

when getting up was like crawling out of quicksand.

Let go of the fact

that sometimes I drank too much,

and when I did,

I used my drunken mouth to reveal secrets.

Overlook the predictably exasperating

part of me that seldom told a story

in a linear fashion.

Absolve me for my part 

in the times I lied, the times I should have lied,

not saying what I should have said either time.


my own singular condemnation of liars,

shouted in my personal dramatic fashion.

Disregard my worrying

far more than merited.

And finally, 

exempt me from the shame

of not realizing

how truly beautiful you were.

 Linda Imbler

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include four published works by Amazon, “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Lost and Found,” 

“Red Is The Sunrise,”  and “Bus Lights, Travel Sights.”  Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections, 

“The Sea’s Secret Song,”  “Pairings,” a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.”  She is a Pushcart and 

Best of the Net nominee. Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  

In addition to writing, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars. 


  1. When writers dig inside they reveal our face as well. Superb job.

    1. Thank you, Arnold. You are quite right about the digging. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and to comment.

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