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Garden Songs – “Xeric Ferns”

Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Author Posted on 04/04/2022 by Lynda Lambert04/04/2022

Walking by Inner Vision Blog presents   Garden Songs Poems Inspired by my Gardens       Xeric Ferns A group of ferns live in arid places But so unexpected on barren hillsides Commonly ferns don’t live in the desert Damp … Continue reading →

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Poem ~ The Berchtesgadener Street Stone

Lynda McKinney Lambert - American Author

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.

 

Please share with your friends.

https://www.lyndalambert.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/03-05-The-Berhtesgadener-Street-Stone-v2.mp3

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

 

 

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