[stylist] Poem & Co9mments

[Jackie Williams]

Lynda,
I really like this poem. I like the short lines, and where they break. It so
strongly punctuates the January Scene.
Your simile is beautiful, as well as the painted picture of the mailboxes,
and the maples-with words.
You are indeed a word-master.

Jackie Lee

Time is the school in which we learn.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz	 

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Season's Greetings to our friends at NFB Writer's Division

 

What are you working on today in your writing life?

My intentions for today are focused on writing an article for a magazine
which I promised would be finished for them today. I must START it now!
I'll be writing with a focus on the idea of gifting books to our friends and
family for Christmas  or special days. Of course, I'll focus on books by
visually challenged authors.

 

Meanwhile, I wanted to share a winter-themed poem that will be published in
the Winter Issue of The Avocet, a print literary magazine. This will be my
second time to have my work in this beautiful volume. The poem is "January
Scene, " and it is printed below for your enjoyment. At the end I wrote a
few words about the poem and my inspiration for it.

 

 

 


January scene


 

dull morning light 

blurs the overview -

rows of worn-out mailboxes

rusted red, grey-green,

hoary weathered metal,  

one is newly painted

optimistic silver.

 

across the street

bare maple branches grasp curled-up

leaves trapped in wintry spines  

like a torn umbrella, partly opened.

 

my body aches  

moves slowly beneath

a hand-stitched cotton quilt

where two lovers sleep

entwined through-out

a frigid January night.

 

sheltering pines in the early fog

embrace neighbouring houses.

A yellow one lurks

behind an ancient blue spruce

nearly twice its height.  

A burnt-orange house broods

in the distance between

rows of naked maple trees.

***

Comments:

I wrote this poem a number of years ago and recently, I revised it slightly
and sent it off to the editor of The Avocet.

My inspiration for the poem was just a look out my window on a snowy winter
morning. I love writing about ordinary and mundane things we are witness to
every day. As poets, we stand as a witness to the time and place in which we
live.  This is our foot print on the snow-covered pathways of our life.

 

 

Lynda Lambert  

, Visual Artist & Author

 

Author of Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage,Available on Amazon.com

Author of Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems (go to Author's Page to
order this book)

Website & Blog: :  <http://www.lyndalambert.com/> www.lyndalambert.com

Author's Page:  <http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/>
http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/

 

And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate
the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for
days and years. Genesis 1:14 (NES)

 

. I love writing about ordinary and mundane things we are witness to every
day. As poets, we stand as a witness to the time and place in which we live.
This is our foot print on the snow-covered pathways of our life.

~ Lynda McKinney Lambert

 

 

 

 

Author of Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage,Available on Amazon.com

Author of Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems (go to Author's Page to
order this book)

Website & Blog: :  <http://www.lyndalambert.com/> www.lyndalambert.com

Author's Page:  <http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/>
http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/

 

And God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate
the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for
days and years. Genesis 1:14 (NES)