If Yellow Sang To Me
If yellow sang to me of bright sun’s day,
the consonance of corn on the cob served at picnics
sweet cream butter at the side
If yellow sang to me as I watch the march
of lemony taxicabs
transporting frazzled strangers
from airports to who knows where
The rhythm of bouncing saffron school buses conveying our future
A vase of sunflowers painted on canvas, the romantic interpretation
through beautiful hands belonging to Van Gogh,
harvest gold portrayed
Stunning yellow tang, the maestro, swimming amid corals in clear water
A cadence of newly sharpened pencils united with
cobalt legal pads
The aria of a canary’s song
A polyphony-
Bananas to be peeled and sliced
placed atop cereal
If yellow sang to me.
The Heart’s Camera
That second of time caught in an eyepiece
As the camera’s shutter loudly snapped.
The capturing of blissful calm and ease
On young faces of those photographed.
This image will stand as a testament
To the history of good friends well met,
To whom, to what, and to how it was then,
Photostat narrative of this quartet.
Their stout hearts were worn on their sleeves that noon,
Sleeves now faded with the passing of time.
And so this photo keeps fading too,
As each one arrives at the finish line.
Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.” She has also been published by deadsnakes.blogspot.com, behappyzone.com,
bluepepper.blogspot.com, buckoffmag.com, Fine Flu Journal, Bunbury Magazine, Blognostics, Nailpolish Stories, Broad River Review Literary Magazine, Mad Swirl,
Ascent Aspirations: Friday’s Poems, Unbroken Journal and The Voices Project. Linda’s short stories have appeared in Fear of Monkeys, Danse Macabre, and Mad Swirl.
Online, she can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player resides in Wichita, Kansas.
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