Thursday, July 26, 2018

Liquid Love. by Linda Imbler



Her fireside
tears do not help warm her cold heart.
Wood turns to ash
as does their dead love.
So many years ago,
before the drink took hold,
all tears were honest,
as were her words.
They no longer drown in each other’s eyes.
She now only drowns in the glass.




 Linda Imbler is an internationally published poet.  Her poetry collections include “Big Questions, Little Sleep,”  “Lost and Found,” and “The Sea’s Secret Song.”  
She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee.  Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.

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