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.