A Mad Dance



A Mad Dance


Although the sun hangs light

as a less expressive talent

to the moon,

they both help us come alive,    

their emergent light used as   

vibrations to invoke graceful poetry.

The stars are points

to be considered as

immeasurable possibilities.


We of the flesh 

are all bound to flourish,

even when love is seen in partial darkness.

Walking through our dreams,

besotted by the gospels,

the smell of cherished moonlight,

new, full, rich, ambrosial,

like petrichor,

we can recall that

the human soul has a beauty of its own.


The sky, a canvas of song,

expresses the tattoo of all notes.

We welcome cool and beautiful thoughts,

and if we are honest, 

our minds know all our seasons.


We are the tailors

of this graceful spatial ornament called Earth.

While here we must stand and touch every surface,

sew every chance,

sing every song,

smell every new blossom,

hear the prayers 

of as many hearts 

as there are grains of sand.


Only at the end can we pluck the last thread

of the costume that is us,

as we complete life’s mad dance.


Linda Imbler


Linda Imbler is the author of seven paperback poetry collections and four e-book collections (Soma Publishing.) This writer lives in Wichita, Kansas with her husband, Mike the Luthier, several quite intelligent saltwater fish, and an ever-growing family of gorgeous guitars. Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. 

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