9/11

 

9/11

 

 

In his luggage, that did not complete the soar, 

was a beautiful memory of having once flown to Holland.

A more pleasant memory than the one 

which he will never bring home.

 

Today, bars and taverns have turned into churches.

The sky is silent but for the sound of weeping clouds.

 

Poets use terms like ‘gone to eternal rest’ 

and 'found the big sleep.’

I also know this poet’s song 

will now never be completely sung. 

 

I wonder what we will call this day

in one hundred years, 

and if its potency will be diminished.

 

And, in all the days that follow this Tuesday,

I will hear his voice in my head, 

that voice all others have forgotten.

 

I’ll open the door and suddenly 

be out on windy Kansas plains,

sighting all the other lonely people. 

I’ll say this moment must not rule me, 

and sometimes that will be the truth.

 

 Linda Imbler

 

Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.  When not writing, Linda is an avid reader, classical guitar player, and a practitioner of both Yoga and Tai Chi.  In, addition, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars.  She lives in Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A. She enjoys her 200-gallon saltwater reef tank wherein resides her 21 year old yellow tang. Linda’s published 

paperback poetry collections include Big Questions, Little Sleep,  Big Questions, Little Sleep: Second Edition, Lost and Found, Red Is The Sunrise, and Bus Lights, Travel Sights: Nashville and Back. She has four e-books published by Soma Publishing;  The Sea’s Secret Song, Pairings, which is a hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry, That Fifth Element, and Per Quindecim. Linda has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and five Best Of The Nets.