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The Sea’s Secret Song: (Consonance or Dissonance)
The Sea’s Secret Song: (Consonance or Dissonance)
The Sea’s Secret Song: (Consonance or Dissonance)
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The Sea’s Secret Song: (Consonance or Dissonance)

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Just as the sea has its songs, so do those who walk on land. Linda Imbler poetically strums our heartstrings and sings images either hopeful or heartbreaking. Each poem evokes an emotional response to the ups and downs of life. It is her fervent wish that you will walk through her words and know that your heartstrings have been touched by her transformative talent.

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Release dateMar 6, 2018
The Sea’s Secret Song: (Consonance or Dissonance)

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    The Sea’s Secret Song - Linda Imbler

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    CONSONANCE

    Obligato

    I loved to sit on the lake shore and watch the soft float of the birds.

    One day, I saw a bevy of swans, fifteen in all.

    I saw a young male swan softly glide amidst the group.

    This beautiful cob with his long neck and white plumage,

    feathers that looked as delicate as ice shavings.

    He then used his honk to get her attention,

    that young female pen.

    She paired with him that day and every day thereafter.

    They became each other’s must have.

    For 20 years, I watched as she called their young

    back home with her sharp, shrill bark.

    I watched as he hissed away threats with his wheezy breath.

    I watched as he trumpeted to protect their family.

    I heard all the songs of the swan’s symphony within those years,

    save one.

    And then that daybreak, I watched as he awoke the rising sun,

    but not the rising of his mate.

    I watched as he touched her feathers, now as cold as ice shavings.

    And I heard the obligato, woven by grief, within his swan song,

    as it became his must do.

    Toy Soldiers

    My father made them when he was a boy.

    Made them from liquid lead poured into molds.

    My brother and I played with them frequently

    for years as we planned our war strategies and our futures.

    They were as much a part of our childhood

    as any other toys we had.

    How brave they were!

    We used to imagine the lives that they led,

    their names, where they had come from.

    We gave them personalities

    based on the people we'd met or observed.

    So much that we knew about life

    was assigned to those toy soldiers.

    Like all good soldiers,

    they sacrificed themselves for our sake,

    as they melted in the house fire of 1979.

    They took our place

    to burn while the rest of us were away.

    I'm glad we saluted them

    and thanked them for their service

    while we had the chance.

    The Sea’s Secret Song

    Above the ceiling of tumultuous waves

    The free wind whistles across the water.

    Below,

    A silent still stage displays secret sets,

    And in the play,

    In waters deep, the sea’s choruses begin.

    Within the immovable decor of shipwrecks,

    Around the history of many strewn across the depths,

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