“Colors” by Linda Imbler

Colors

Back when the water was blue
we told each other secrets.
And we talked through all the days.
But sometimes
colors change,
don’t they?

Background for this Poem:

This woman has experienced the loss of her spouse. She is now looking at the sun setting on her own life, hence the color change of the ocean and sky. The poem is inspired by the recent death of one of my neighbors. His wife is now alone. She is 99. He was 98.

Author Bio:

Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include two self-published works, Big Questions, Little Sleep, and Lost and Found. Soma Publishing has published her two e-book collections, The Sea’s Secret Song, and Pairings, a hybrid of short fiction and poetry.

Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at Linda’s Poetry Blog.

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Nina Hall, aka Amarine Rose Ravenwood

Lorraine "Nina" Hall is a writer who composes under a variety of pen names, each one specific to a particular genre: Amarine Rose Ravenwood is for her preteen, teenage, and young adult fantasy stories and feminine poetry - Saoirse Fae is for her fairy tales and fairy-tale poetry - Mina Marial Nicoli is for her children's stories and poetry - and Phoebe Grant is for her light horror fairy tales and her darker, Halloween-type poetry. As The Literary Librarian, she is committed to supporting fellow authors in every way she can, from author interviews to poetry hosting, to providing space for book promos and book advertisements, to referring authors to services they are seeking. She is also a content editor, copy editor, and proofreader.

2 thoughts on ““Colors” by Linda Imbler”

  1. Dear Linda,

    So much captured in this short poem. Your explanation adds meaning so that the reader can comprehend more of what you have to say.

    It’s a pleasure to share this beautiful journal with you. It is such a pleasure to be published here. Wishing you ongoing success.

    Blessings,
    Karen

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  2. A short but very effective poem, Linda. Life’s colours do change, and we have to adapt ourselves to them. As an aside, the end lines of your poem reminded me of a film I saw many years ago,,,”They kill horses, don’t they” ~ Best regards // paul

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