Featured Poet Gloria J. Wimberley Of South Florida

Featured Poet Gloria J. Wimberley of South Florida

Reading Gloria J. Wimberley’s poetry is like taking a multi-vitamin for the senses. Her unique pairing of words is playful, honest and wise, a combination unmatched by many contemporary poets. While her work is thought provoking and sometimes emblematic, it is never intangible. In addition, Wimberley’s whimsical moniker seems suitable as her words have the ability to engage the readers leaving them wanting more to discover. Suffering from a paralyzing shyness as a young child, Gloria found solace in writing poetry. Gloria is clearly a natural born writer who finds her muse through dream recall and long winter walks among other inspirations.  

‘Originally from the woodsy warmth of a small town in the northern panhandle of West Virginia, Gloria J. Wimberley now lives with her husband and two daughters in South Florida where the eyeshine of gators and sky-blue "plumage" of plumbago are plentiful.’ When she is not writing or reading she enjoys spending time with her family & submerging herself in the simple pleasures of gardening…preferably without the intrusion of scream-worthy “monsters” such as camel-backed crickets and palmetto bugs. Gloria J. Wimberley now teaches at Broward College in Ft. Lauderdale, which she considers a “soul-soothing gift”. While Gloria prefers poetry as her primary writing medium she is known to write prose when inspired.

~By Edgar Allan Poet.com

Perennial: To the Pilgrim from the Gypsy

Our stony impasses

through the years

have been grown over

with fernfingers

stretching greenly

towards some apex...

Still-life pulsing

our conversations over coffee

are muskrose moments

flashing white

like a bulb

of lillies

ready to settle

into the warm darkness

of the soil

Our words creep

shadeward

but do not shun 

the cleansing slant of light

that flashes in the pan-tomime

of my flowering smile

Gloria J. Wimbereley © 2011

 Thorna Eldritch: Shadow of a Self-Portrait

The sky burns azure

the breeze breathes brisk

wish this warlock

weather

would whisk-whisk-whisk

me away

from the everyday

tsk tsk tsk

and the twin doppelgangers

of pain and risk

(they see with cloudy-eyed clarity)

~~     ~~     ~~     ~~     ~~     ~~

If only his member

were an obelisk

to which she could pray...

ejecta to wash

the reaching

tree-arms away

...from her snowpure

sepulchered

canvas

 

Gloria J.Wimbereley © 2011

 

To view more from this writer, her work can be found in Muse Cafe Quarterly, The Northern Virginia Review, Mothering Magazine,  Moondance Magazine, Literary Mama, Tapestry, Bolts of Silk, Sparkbright Magazine, Pink Mouse Pub, The Southern Ocean Review, Clockwise Cat, and on her blog, Dahlias.&.a.Chocolate.Typewriter.

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