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Nothing Divine Dies – Vita Brevis Anthology#3

Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Artist & Author

 

 

NEW ~ Vita Brevis Anthology #3  

Nothing Divine Dies  ~ Buy it here

Editor: Brian Geiger

Book Cover Vita Brevis Anthology #3 – Nothing Divine  Dies

 

“Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

From a shaft of sunlight warming the kitchen floor to a lush forest by Walden pond, what is it about experiencing nature that pleases and fulfills us? In the third volume of the Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology,established and emerging poets from around the world show what nature means to them. This is nature poetry at its most precise and moving, continuing the long tradition of Transcendentalism, deciphering ourselves and the world that sustains us — with art.

Lynda has two poems in this new collection.

 

After months of preparation and over a thousand submissions, Nothing Divine Dies: The Poetry of Nature (Vita Brevis Poetry Anthology, III) has been officially released. This is a powerful volume of nature poetry by emerging and established artists.

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Autumnal Prelude – Lynda McKinney Lambert

My sleek black cat stretches forward

views rain-soaked world through open window

sits quietly as early morning rain dribbles

soft metallic tunes on rainspouts

listens to chipmunks chattering

in rock-pile of  my spare Japanese garden.

 

I listen as cars splash down flooded road

crows call from beyond the dense woods

deep olive-green dimness of tangled

swagging bittersweet vines

careening from highest maple trees

 

Rain alters my gardening schedules

tulip, crocus, and daffodil bulbs

remain unnoticed, dry and safe

after swift flight from Holland

the promise of a colorful spring garden

remains intact

resting in cardboard shipping box.

 

Autumnal days grow cooler

but soil remains warm

plants now focus their energy

on root development

preparing for their Spring performance.

 

Patience is a virtue for cats,

gardeners and plants.

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 I am Immersed in a River – Lynda McKinney Lambert

I am immersed in a river that

flows in every season.

I rest in the shade of

hemlocks and ferns

gather water-worn stones from

the whirling floor of a cool eddy.

In my red canoe I skim the surface of

the emerald-green mountain river

while russet and gold autumn trees

prepare for winter’s respite.

 

Lynda’s Bio, ©2021

Lynda, a retired professor of fine arts and humanities, Geneva College in Pennsylvania, authored 5 published books that focus on spare poems and thoughtful personal essays. Lynda lives with her husband Bob, their 2 dogs and 6 cats. Lynda’s love of nature, fine art, and history provide her dominate themes.

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NEWS for a New Year

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American Author, Lynda McKinney Lambert’s latest book just came out in hardback at Amazon.
“I carried this book in my heart for the past thirty years. Now, it was time for me to pull together this new collection of poetry, journal entries, historical notes, reflections and creative non-fiction personal essays for the world. ”

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Poem ~ The Berchtesgadener Street Stone

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Walking by Inner Vision Blog

with Lynda McKinney Lambert

Presents

 “The Berchtesgadener Street Stone”

(A Pantoum Poem)

 by Lynda Lambert, Author and Artist

Copyright ©1990, 2021.  Lynda McKinney Lambert. All Rights Reserved.

 


Grödig , Austria

My poem was just  published in The Weekly Avocet, Issue # 465,

Sunday, October 31, 2021

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The Berchtesgadener Street Stone

 

Cool rain falls down, a transparent veil

beyond this Alpine village, mist covers the mountain

I hold a pink stone in my left hand

I watch from behind a glass door.

 

Beyond this Alpine Village, mist covers the mountain

as I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning

I watch from behind a glass door

I have become the mother of the earth.

 

As I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning

wide fields of Queen Ann’s lace, full bloom

I have become the mother of the earth

A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet.

 

Wide fields of Queen Ann’s lace, full bloom

at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street

A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet

half buried in sand and soft damp earth.

 

At the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street

I bent down to pick up the stone from the field

half buried in sand and soft damp earth

Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry.

 

I bent down to pick up the stone from the earth

We walked home together, the stone and I

Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry

A triangle shaped puff with rounded corners.

 

We walked home together, the stone and I

soft pink color, mingled with gray

a triangle shaped puff with rounded corners

Deeper pink veins lie just below the skin.

 

Soft pink color, mingled with gray

beneath a transparent surface

deeper pink veins lie just below the skin

cuts and scars from a life that’s been harsh.

 

Beneath a transparent surface

a scarred pink stone speaks of a long life

cuts and scars from a life that’s been harsh

a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand.

 

A scarred pink stone speaks of a long life

as rain pours from the dense fog in the sky

a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand

as I watch the mountain mingle with mist.

 

 

 

As rain pours from the dense fog in the sky

The stone brings life to my body

as I watch the mountains mingle with mist

It’s rained every day since I arrived here.

 

The stone brings life to my body

A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance

It’s rained every day since I arrived here

Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish.

 

A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance

the ultimate magic show takes place

Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish

I shift in my seat and listen to cars moving outside.

 

The ultimate magic show takes place

the stone turns over in my hand

I shift in my seat and listed to cars moving outside

one warm thing on a cold rainy morning.

 

The stone turns over in my hand

it throbs and moves, warmer than my body

the one warm thing on a cold rainy morning

The Berchtesgadener Street Stone held in my hand.

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Written the summer of 1990,  Grödig , Austria

 

LISTEN to Vincent Lee Grayson narrate this poem for Audible.

Click the link below to hear this recording.

Thank you for visiting today and I hope you enjoyed this presentation.

 

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Previously Published:

The Berchtesgadener Street Stone (1990)

     _ Lambert, Lynda  Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, Kota Press, 2002.

  _“Nine Post Cards from Prague” Kudzu Monthly: an ezine with a distinctively southern                            perspective.” May 16, 2004.

_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Star Signs, DLD Books, 2019

_NatureWriting, June 16, 2018.

_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Songs for the Pilgrimage,  DLD Books, 2021.

The Weekly Avocet, Issue #465, October 31, 2021

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For more information  contact: Charles Portolano, Editor of The Avocet and The Weekly Avocet: 

Charles Portolano <cportolano@hotmail.com>

 

You may also like this blog post on the Guidelines for entering your nature-themed Poems in The Avocet Publications:  Read more at Patty’s World – He

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