Only fictitious hurt sets upon

your haughtily and artificially shrouded heart.

You felt it was so right

to claim non-existent torments.

Your skin slick with fright

when you thought

you might be sought

to explain your accusations

to those you had chosen to malign.

What streamed from your eyes

was purportedly vanquished sleet,

but your tears lacked any pedigree.


A fireproof gig you’d come to play,

like so many before you,

who’d never learned how to entertain,


without brute jabs

from a quiver of sharp words strapped

to your tongue.

You let loose your volley.

The cast of your bow,

surely you meant to hit the mark

of those supposed victors

you claimed had smeared you.


Now the jig is up.

You’ve been caught dead to rights,

but all you’ve blamed

will simply turn and walk away,

and let the mirror sit as your judge.



Linda Imbler


Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include five published paperbacks: Big Questions, Little Sleep, Big Questions, Little Sleep” second edition (expanded with 66 additional poems), Lost and Found, Red Is The Sunrise, and Bus Lights, Travel Sights.  Soma Publishing has published her four e-book collections, The Sea’s Secret Song, Pairings, a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and That Fifth Element, and Per Quindecim. 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 in Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A. 


  1. perceptions are usually imagination and not reality but yet real enough for people to make judgements or set plans in motion. this is the genesis of prejudice. if we sort more ways to repair the human heart, first impressions would be just that: first impressions and nothing more. this poem made me think. which is more than a month's supply of newspapers do today.

  2. Thank you very much for reading my work and your excellent comments, Yevi.

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