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M. Kelly Lombardi
M. Kelly Lombardi is a practicing and teaching poet who lives in coastal Washington County in a book-filled, music-laden, house with her dog Lucca. She teaches poetry in the Sunrise Senior College at the local university, specializing. In contemporary Irish poets, international poets, and poetry workshops for other poets. She also lectures on antique rose sand raises about 50 varieties of same. She goes to Ireland each year to refresh on the music as well as sit in on poetry readings as well as going to Italy where she stays at a 12th century Augustinian monastery and writes, writes, writes. Ireland is her ancestral home; Italy is her spiritual home; coastal Maine is her home harbor.
Love
Wood Smoke and Wind
The Love of Maine
It may be the silence
of the snow falling,
or the finding of night
visitors' tracks at first light.
Perhaps, it is the screams
of the sea birds
or the yipping cry
in darkness as the coyote
gets its supper.
Maybe, it's the sound
of the wind bumping
things against the house
when its feisty, or the
warning wail it sends
when a sou'easter is
going to be blowing in.
Or, it may just be the absence
of Saturday night drunks
and bottles being smashed in alleys,
the shrieks of screeching tires,
the constant sounds of horns blowing,
the sirens of ambulances screaming
and the continuous assault of
boom boxes blaring
unmusical music
from cars speeding by
to nowhere.
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Wood Smoke and Wind
There is rain in
the wind, today,
hovering just off shore
carrying with it
the promise
of wood smoke
in the air tomorrow.
I'll lay the fire.
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The Calm
It is too calm.
The sky and water have merged
in silver fog.
The gulls, so frantic at dawn,
have hunkered down.
The song birds who swooped
to the feeders earlier have
taken shelter in the spruce grove.
All around the cove,
wood had been brought in...
kerosene lamps filled...
flashlights made ready...
soup set to simmer...
porch furniture put in shed...
extra water jugs filled...
bathtub full and ready...
The fishing fleet has battened
down.
The silence of the wind
is screaming severe storm.
We have made ready to ride it out.
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