Paradox
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 lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.
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