Helping To Chart A Lost Continent: First Thaw

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Linda Albert A career corporate trainer and personal communication and life coach with a Master Certification in Neuro-Linguistics, Linda Albert’s essays, short stories and poems have appeared in numerous publications over the past four decades, including McCall’s Magazine, The Wall Street Journal, Sacred Journey and SNReview. Among her awards are the Olivet and Dyer-Ives Foundation Poetry Prizes and Atlanta Review's International Merit Award. A Floridian, Linda is currently studying Archetypal Pattern Analysis and Jungian psychology through the Assisi Institute in Vermont. She resides in Longboat Key, Florida.
Helping to Chart a Lost Continent
(First published in Other Voices International Project, Vol. 41, April 2009.)

Every woman
is part of
a lost continent
that flourished once
like Mur, Lemuria,
Atlantis,
until some ancient
cataclysm
swallowed it whole,
submerged
each woman's story
under the sea.
Fathoms deep,
we slept away
our pain for eons,
hinted at, but
best forgotten.
Now, despite that,
everywhere you look
another speck
of land appears,
thrusting itself upward
after a long and arduous
labor.
It is a delicate business,
helping to birth
a continent,
requiring every
woman-voice
to make the new/
old landmass whole
and seamless,
a foolish, fearless
heart
to chart it.

Linda Albert
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First Thaw

Posted by L Albert at April 19, 2007

Categories: Writing

Having just come through winter myself
I notice
sooty sentinels of snow
darkening the curbs,
crab-apples pickled in sidewalk slush,
derelicts
of trash and twigs
sunk
in land-locked pools.

Streets are lined and pitted,
ancient faces
ruined before their time.
Sun whitens an albino sky;
it's light reflects my ravage.

Only wind-chime sounds of ice
Melting
drop by drop by drop
from rooftops
and waterfalls singing into sewers
tell of something else to come.

Having just come through winter myself,
I listen.

Linda Albert

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May 3, 2007 Meredith Jordan wrote:
Linda:

Just returning to Maine after a long and lovely winter in Sarasota (and becoming fast friends with you!), I'm gliding in on the tail end of the first thaw. You hit just the right note with this poem! Another that I have to say I just love and want to see published soon.

much love,
Meredith
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