September 22, 2019
Book of the Day
“I want to support you and I want to be the first to
kick-off your Pre-Orders for the new book!”
This was what I was told at my recent visit to my eye specialist.
I think I floated out of that office –
I don’t remember my feet touching the ground.
Some days are like this. Some are not.
He has examined my eyes as he has done for the past 12 years, as I lost most of my sight suddenly in 2007. He has encouraged me in my writing and art projects and told me how proud he is of the way I have refused to let sight loss side-line me.
Not only did I leave his office with a great report from my scans today, that everything is holding and I am not losing more sight at this time – but, then, the affirmation he gave me on my newest publication was a little boost that everyone needs from time to time.
And, here is the big surprise I got this evening:
For immediate Release: from Lynda McKinney Lambert
September 20, 2019:
TODAY: first snow is Book of the Day on Finishing Line Press.
first snow – featured on Finishing Line Press social media sites.
FLP is running a paid advertisement this week on social media for my new chapbook!
About the Author:
Lynda McKinney Lambert, is a retired college professor of fine arts and humanities. Retirement from teaching opened the door for her to write full-time. She explores the themes of landscape, mythology, pilgrimage, fine arts and literature in her writing.
She loves walking through a meadow of wild flowers; gazing at a star-strewn sky; spending solitary winter days with her husband, Bob, their 2 rescued cats and 2 rescued dogs.
ADVANCE PRAISE FOR first snow by Lynda McKinney Lambert
My grandmother knew the name of every bird by note and call who ever sang to the sun in the fields by her Wisconsin country home, and she knew the names of the trees by bark and needle and leaf in the woods. In these days of urban desolation and digital isolation, it is harder and harder to keep hold of the once-common natural knowledge. Here in Lynda Lambert’s poetry the vitality of the seasons is still felt, seen and heard. Lambert notices the colors and sounds that surround us, those sights and odes that barely register through our buds and pads and windshields, and she names them for us and she remembers them for us. In these poems, Lambert calls her readers to celebrate the blue spruce in the morning fog, to “stand in darkness / urging Blood Moon-arise” and to be alive in the old ways. “It feels like we have been here,” she says of one icy morning, “for a thousand years.” In these pages, we have.
–Russell Streur, editor Plum Tree Tavern, author Fault Zones.
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4 Sample Poems from first snow…
By Lynda McKinney Lambert
for the first
along the banks of
dull morning light
gold-plated Gingko leaves
from “Dream Sequence” # 4
In my dream (#4)
I climb upwards
on the ladder I stumbled upon
in the woods one afternoon.
the ladder is unstable
“Keep it straight up,” I whisper.
“Keep your body centered. Stay poised.”
Silver Cloud Dancers
Silver clouds swirl & spin in circles
Inflated silence above her golden head. She
Levitates above the floor, reaches for
Variable visions of mesmerizing cloud-pillows.
Eternally drifting in uncertain lifecycles
Round & square. Touch the floating orbs.
Cloud dancer stretches her slender hands
Longevity is unpredictable, uncertain
Out-of-the-box survival fluctuates
Determined by chemistry & chaos.
Dance your memories in silver clouds
Air and pure helium lift in rhythm
No one can calculate your journeys
Choreography of individual flights
Every Friday morning new clouds arrive
Repeat the process of new expectations
Some silver clouds last for a week. Some don’t.
My Daughter Cut the Roses
My daughter looked
at the bouquet of fresh roses
noticed two of them were drooping.
“Let me show you how to trim the roses
so they stay fresh and strong.” she said.
Her hands held the roses tenderly
One-by-one, trimmed off extra leaves
“These will make the water stink,” she said.
She found scissors in the drawer
put the roses in a bowl of tepid water
held each stem under water
sliced them all, diagonally –
“As I cut the rose under the water,
little bubbles of air come to the surface.
Now, when the rose inhales
it will only breathe water into it,
it won’t fill up with air.
The living water inside the stems
gives longer life to each rose.”
She carried the freshened flowers
In the tall glass vase
back to the center of the dining room table
darkest crimson buds, sunny yellow petals,
deep green fern leaves
and a frilly white carnation.
First snow is featured today on the following sites:
Lynda’s Authors Page- Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/author/lyndalambert
Lynda’s Official Authors Page: http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/
Smashwords – get my e-book: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/lyndalambert
Website & Blog: Lynda McKinney Lambert – Official Author’s Website
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