Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Artist & Author

Post #312

April 17, 2020

National Poetry Month

A Poem – a- Day

a GIFT from

Pennsylvania Author

Lynda McKinney Lambert

My poem for today is a poem inspired by a story from Greek Mythology that was written in the 4th Century BC.

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Slowly, Suddenly, Remembering Persephone,”

is on page 93 in my book –

Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, DLD Books. 2017.

 

 

Slowly, Suddenly: Remembering Persephone

by Lynda McKinney Lambert

 

ripe for contemplation.

the sun moves slowly

to center sky

stillness.

I remember

the springtime

picking flowers

things happen suddenly.

I drift in random circles

on the surface of quiet waters

beneath clustered branches.

the day can change suddenly

no movement in the tangled leaves

even birds seek shade today.

 

We danced through wild flowers

suddenly

we are invisible

and grow old

I shift forward

undulating slowly

to an old rhythm

summer’s sleep returns.

Random things bring quick changes

this evening is like

the moment before my birth

a full moon will rise this evening.

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Listen to Lynda read this poem – a sound recording.

Copyright 2016, 2017, 2020. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All rights reserved.

Published: Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems, dldbooks, 2017.

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Lynda presents a collection of 16 poems,

and 27 non-fiction stories and memoirs.

 

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Pathway Through the Woods – Day #16

Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Artist & Author

Post #311

April 16, 2020

National Poetry Month

A Poem – a- Day

a GIFT from

Pennsylvania Author

Lynda McKinney Lambert

My poem for today is a “Pantoum Poem.”

I wrote this poem in 2013  –

This poem  is on page 115 in my new book –

Star Signs: New and Selected Poems, DLD Books. 2019.

 

“Pathway Through the Woods”

by Lynda McKinney Lambert

 

My dogs know the pathway through the woods

they voyage over several times a day

on the glowing ridge, above the slate-green creek

where my ancestors watched the shimmering waters.

 

They voyage over several times a day,

dig wet noses deep under flat winter leaves

where my ancestors watched the shimmering waters,

scratch down into rich soil; seek out morning news.

 

Dig wet noses deep under flat winter leaves

when wild geese gather to begin the mating season

scratch down into rich soil; seek out the morning news.

as the citrine bright sun plays shadow games with bare trees.

 

When wild geese gather to begin the mating season

they shout an alarm, break the stillness of April’s dawn

as the citrine bright sun plays shadow games with bare trees.

We leap over abandoned gray branches

 

They shout an alarm, break the stillness of April’s dawn

the dogs sniff the breeze for current information

we leap over abandoned gray branches

criss-cross over the ancient valley path.

 

The dogs sniff the breeze for current information

gather gossip from crows flying through the woods

criss-cross over the ancient valley path.

Our morning journey changes with the seasons.

 

Gather gossip from crows flying through the woods

after the final snowfall has disappeared.

Our morning journey changes with the seasons

as we walk together in the luminous morning.

 

After the final snowfall has disappeared

on the glowing ridge, above the slate-green creek

as we walk together in the luminous morning,

my dogs know the pathway through the woods

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Listen to Lynda Lambert reading this poem!

 

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Lynda McKinney Lambert.

Copyright 2013, 2019, 2020. All rights reserved.

“Pathway Through the Woods,”

Published in Saar Signs: New and Selected Poems, DLD Books, 2019. Page 115.

Todays poem and voice recording is through the courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert, Pennsylvania Author and Visual Artist.

Poetry and Photography by Lynda McKinney Lambert.

Copyright, April 16, 2020. All rights reserved.

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It is my pleasure to share

a little piece of my world –

The Village of Wurtemburg,

in western Pennsylvania. 

A Found Poem – National Poetry Month, #15

Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Artist & Author

Post #310

April 15, 2020

National Poetry Month

A Poem – a- Day

a GIFT from

Pennsylvania Author

Lynda McKinney Lambert

 

 

My poem for today is a “Found Poem.”

I wrote this poem in 1989 – it is from my archives.

A “found Poem,” begins when you open a piece of mail from your mailbox.

This poem was written from an advertisement for the “Village Voice,” newspaper.

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“The Village Voice”

 

The Village Voice

Keep up with the issues

New York and beyond

Everything you need to know.

            Art-     always at your fingertips

            Politics-     from the West Bank

                                   Living with the uprising

            Lifestyle-     Find new ways to spend your time

                                  Discover intriguing new places

                                   Love, Art, and Loneliness on the Great Wall.

Scan the best read classifieds

            Save money

            Get the inside track.

Never miss an issue.

Topics of interest:

            Education-     How Viable is Roe V. Wade?

            Fashion-     The Naked Truth about S.I.’s Swimsuit Issue 

            Health and Fitness-     Crack With a New Face

            Music-     15th Anniversary of Rock & Roll

            Home Electronics-     The Years Best Films:

A Fine Madness

                        The End of the Age of Reason

                        The Long Good-bye

Subscribe to the Village Voice.

National Rate.   

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Lynda’s Note:

Today is DAY #15 of National Poetry Month.

Thank you for your interest and enjoyment of my poems.

It is my pleasure to share a little piece of my world –

The Village of Wurtemburg,

in western Pennsylvania. 

 

Read another Poem by Lynda Read it here!

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Courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert, Pennsylvania Author and Visual Artist.

Poetry by Lynda McKinney Lambert.

Copyright, April 15, 2020. All rights reserved.

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