Contemplating the Mysteries This or That

 








 

Contemplating The Mysterious This Or That

 

  

Can anyone tell us for certain what the mystery looks like?

  

Grubby windows and beyond are leathery landscapes

 

                                                            things must be beautiful there

 

Gardens piled high with weeds

 

                                                            kind and inviting soft grass

 

Saprogenic legends thrown atop a  putrid lot

 

                                                            poplar branches in full bloom

 

The judas hole in the door exposes evil

 

                                                            a bag of treasures left on the doorstep

 

Corruptible knockers spotted striving for entry

 

                                                            highly pleased to see today’s company

 

Emitting radar of danger after one opens the front door

 

                                                            the perceptible easing of fear as one views a friend

                                                            

Each room reflecting every hidden double cross

 

                                                            the whole house furnished with poetical legitimacy

 

Furnished by the now exposed, boorish innkeeper

 

                                                            by a jovial superintendent

 

 Ragged pieces of paper upon which are written all of your sins that can never be hidden

  

            a version of peace and harmony ever nestled in the heart as code for companionship

                       

 A hostile power spoils the eternal food

 

                                                            each morning a beautiful, full English breakfast for two

 

The forced chasm of turmoil

 

                                                            persuasion as a way to peace

 

The fleeting trickery of duplicitous disconnection

 

                                        an occasional shattered ecstacy liberated and reassembled for all time

 

 

  

Linda Imbler

  

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include six published paperbacks: Big Questions, Little Sleep, Big Questions, Little Sleep” second edition (expanded with 66 additional poems), Lost and Found, Red Is The Sunrise, Bus Lights, Travel Sights, and Spica’s Frequency.  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. Her new book, Spica’s Frequency, will be published on December 1, 2021. 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 and steel strings in Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A.  They are currently working on number 10.

2 Comments

  1. Rene Ali MansoorMay 10, 2022 at 10:31 AM

    this is a poem to be read over and over.again.

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  2. Thank you so much, Rene. I am grateful for your reading and commenting on this piece.

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