Spurious
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,
properly,
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.
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.
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