Burying My Cat by Linda Imbler

The storm raged and left,

so the forest ground is soft.

I imagine all the bones

to be found in five year’s time.

I always knew 

he did not want to be dead,

and as his haunting meows

echo through the air,

I am called to follow him 

to our mutual end.

Linda Imbler has five published poetry collections and one hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry. She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. More information can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.

Memory by Linda Imbler

Like a queen sitting on her throne,

commanding armies,

this disease commands me to forget.

He was there, the old man at the door

something about him seemed-

right.

His name escapes me as does my own.

I am someone caught in a war

between what I know and don’t,

a wounded casualty.

I fight to recall those who visit,

but my thoughts flee;

also there's that strange young woman

with golden hair, she calls me mother,

that must mean we're the same age.

If only I could win my memory,

the war could end, peace could come to me.

Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Her work has appeared in numerous journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found  at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas.