A theory ascended,

its introduction intended

to supersede lyrical alignment.


Poison as hatred.

Dislike as rejection.

Grief as misery.


A tapestry woven backwards.

An elixir stirred counterclockwise.


Disrespectful sinecures,

unabated bounds,

spirited lassitude.


Even in ascension,

we dare not try to soar

beyond the bottom steps

of any throne.



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 

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