(A Libra-Sort-of Day)
Anyone can find the
Breath of Life when
define a new morning.
Emotions & cozy
generated by a
hearty mug of something hot.
I like to take my time
just drink my coffee nice and slow
knowing there's no rush because
limitations can't bind me.
Moments like this are timeless
nothing stands in my way
on autumnal days when my
poetry doesn't always rhyme.
Questions are explored when I
re-arrange the lines I draw.
Strategies are endless
tapping out stories without a pen
using star signs, I map out new terrain.
Various writers ask,
"What can bring a poem to life?" I reply,
Xerox copies to share with friends, on
yellow paper with dark blue ink,
Zodiac notes on a Libra-sort-of-day.
Lynda McKinney Lambert lives in the rural Village of Wurtemburg in western Pennsylvania. She writes
poetry and creative non-fiction essays. She retired from teaching as professor of fine arts and
humanities at Geneva College, Beaver Falls, PA.
Lambert's first book, Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage was published by Kota Press. Her
work appears in Spirit Fire Review; Indiana Voice Journal; Magnets & Ladders; Stylist; Breath &
Shadow and other literary journals. Lambert has Ischemic Optic Neuropathy.