Linda Imbler – 2 poems 

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,

bluepepper.blogspot.combuckoffmag.comFine 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 This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player resides in Wichita, Kansas.