{"id":9940,"date":"2021-11-02T10:12:35","date_gmt":"2021-11-02T14:12:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/?p=9940"},"modified":"2021-11-02T10:12:35","modified_gmt":"2021-11-02T14:12:35","slug":"poem_the-berchtesgadener-street-stone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/poem_the-berchtesgadener-street-stone\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem ~ The Berchtesgadener Street Stone"},"content":{"rendered":"

Walking by Inner Vision Blog<\/strong><\/em><\/h2>\n

with Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/h2>\n

Presents<\/strong><\/em><\/h1>\n

\u00a0\u201cThe <\/i>Berchtesgadener Street Stone\u201d<\/i><\/h3>\n

(A Pantoum Poem)<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>by\u00a0<\/span>Lynda Lambert, Author and Artist<\/a><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Copyright \u00a91990, 2021.\u00a0 Lynda McKinney Lambert. All Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n

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Gr\u00f6dig , Austria<\/p><\/div>\n

<\/h3>\n

My poem was just\u00a0 published in The Weekly Avocet, Issue # 465, <\/em><\/h3>\n

Sunday, October 31, 2021<\/em><\/h3>\n

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The Berchtesgadener Street Stone<\/h1>\n

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Cool rain falls down, a transparent veil<\/p>\n

beyond this Alpine village, mist covers the mountain<\/p>\n

I hold a pink stone in my left hand<\/p>\n

I watch from behind a glass door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beyond this Alpine Village, mist covers the mountain<\/p>\n

as I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning<\/p>\n

I watch from behind a glass door<\/p>\n

I have become the mother of the earth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning<\/p>\n

wide fields of Queen Ann\u2019s lace, full bloom<\/p>\n

I have become the mother of the earth<\/p>\n

A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Wide fields of Queen Ann\u2019s lace, full bloom<\/p>\n

at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street<\/p>\n

A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet<\/p>\n

half buried in sand and soft damp earth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street<\/p>\n

I bent down to pick up the stone from the field<\/p>\n

half buried in sand and soft damp earth<\/p>\n

Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I bent down to pick up the stone from the earth<\/p>\n

We walked home together, the stone and I<\/p>\n

Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry<\/p>\n

A triangle shaped puff with rounded corners.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We walked home together, the stone and I<\/p>\n

soft pink color, mingled with gray<\/p>\n

a triangle shaped puff with rounded corners<\/p>\n

Deeper pink veins lie just below the skin.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Soft pink color, mingled with gray<\/p>\n

beneath a transparent surface<\/p>\n

deeper pink veins lie just below the skin<\/p>\n

cuts and scars from a life that\u2019s been harsh.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beneath a transparent surface<\/p>\n

a scarred pink stone speaks of a long life<\/p>\n

cuts and scars from a life that\u2019s been harsh<\/p>\n

a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A scarred pink stone speaks of a long life<\/p>\n

as rain pours from the dense fog in the sky<\/p>\n

a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand<\/p>\n

as I watch the mountain mingle with mist.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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As rain pours from the dense fog in the sky<\/p>\n

The stone brings life to my body<\/p>\n

as I watch the mountains mingle with mist<\/p>\n

It\u2019s rained every day since I arrived here.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The stone brings life to my body<\/p>\n

A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance<\/p>\n

It\u2019s rained every day since I arrived here<\/p>\n

Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance<\/p>\n

the ultimate magic show takes place<\/p>\n

Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish<\/p>\n

I shift in my seat and listen to cars moving outside.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The ultimate magic show takes place<\/p>\n

the stone turns over in my hand<\/p>\n

I shift in my seat and listed to cars moving outside<\/p>\n

one warm thing on a cold rainy morning.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The stone turns over in my hand<\/p>\n

it throbs and moves, warmer than my body<\/p>\n

the one warm thing on a cold rainy morning<\/p>\n

The Berchtesgadener Street Stone held in my hand.<\/p>\n

*<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Written the summer of 1990,\u00a0 Gr\u00f6dig , Austria<\/p>\n

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LISTEN to Vincent Lee Grayson narrate this poem for Audible.<\/h3>\n

Click the link below to hear this recording.<\/h3>\n

Thank you for visiting today and I hope you enjoyed this presentation.<\/h3>\n

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Please share with your friends.<\/h3>\nhttps:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/03-05-The-Berhtesgadener-Street-Stone-v2.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n

Previously Published:<\/strong><\/h3>\n

The Berchtesgadener Street Stone (1990)<\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0_<\/strong> Lambert, Lynda\u00a0 Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, <\/em>Kota Press, 2002.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 _<\/strong>\u201cNine Post Cards from Prague\u201d Kudzu Monthly<\/em>: an ezine with a distinctively southern \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 perspective.\u201d May 16, 2004.<\/p>\n

_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Star Signs<\/em>, DLD Books, 2019<\/p>\n

_NatureWriting<\/em>, June 16, 2018.<\/p>\n

_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Songs for the Pilgrimage,<\/em>\u00a0 DLD Books, 2021.<\/p>\n

The Weekly Avocet<\/em>, Issue #465, October 31, 2021<\/p>\n

\u00a0*<\/i><\/p>\n

For more information\u00a0 contact: Charles Portolano, Editor of The Avocet<\/em> and The Weekly Avocet:\u00a0 <\/em><\/h4>\n

Charles Portolano <cportolano@hotmail.com<\/a>><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You may also like this blog post on the Guidelines for entering your nature-themed Poems in The Avocet Publications:\u00a0\u00a0Read more at Patty’s World – He<\/a><\/p>\n

re<\/a><\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9 1990, 2021 Lynda McKinney Lambert. All Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n

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American poet and author, Lynda McKinney Lambert, shares a pantoum poem she wrote in the summer of 1990, in Gr\u00f6dig , Austria. Lambert’s p poem, “The Berchtesgadener Street Stone,” was recently published by The Weekly Avocet, a nature-themed on-line magazine. Lambert shares this poem with her readers today. <\/p>\n Continue reading →<\/span><\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9945,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9940","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-trusting-god"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/11\/19_Pilgrimage_CoverPhoto_.jpg?fit=961%2C720&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4gbwn-2Ak","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9940","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9940"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9940\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9962,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9940\/revisions\/9962"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lyndalambert.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}