Longest
Brightest
Strongest
Rightest
Always bringing hope when you return
Inspiring in me a fire that burns
A.Lamb 4/26/2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Free Verse
The light came through
the window
behind your head
dwindling towards the sea
I sat eating
you watched me
and handed me a napkin
We sat in silence
A smile spread
across your lips
I thought
Happiness could be nothing more
than
this moment.
A. Lamb 4/26/2011
the window
behind your head
dwindling towards the sea
I sat eating
you watched me
and handed me a napkin
We sat in silence
A smile spread
across your lips
I thought
Happiness could be nothing more
than
this moment.
A. Lamb 4/26/2011
Daemon
I wonder sometimes where the words get stuck. Days and hours and even years can go by in that purgatory place. The wall around the moat around brilliance is impenetrable until one day when I am sitting on the hillside throwing rocks into a river. The bridge comes down and like knights riding into crusade...the words come flying at me. Not at me really, more like, through me.
I don't even think the meaning and concepts are my own. They definitely get filtered through me. The ideas, even the words are translated on their journey through my brain... and body. I would liken it to a possession. In that moment, I cannot do anything but write. Maybe its more like sneezing. Your body cannot do anything else when it is sneezing. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a flash of knowing. I believe in that moment I am pulling from a larger consciousness a language I subconsciously understand or a puzzle piece that fits. Those moments have happened to me many times in my life.
I know that I should recognize how lucky I am to have had even one moment like that. The problem is that they don't occur very often. I cannot make a moment like that happen, and believe me I have tried. A very specific constellation of ingredients has to be in place. That is why its so rare.
A. Lamb 4/2011
I don't even think the meaning and concepts are my own. They definitely get filtered through me. The ideas, even the words are translated on their journey through my brain... and body. I would liken it to a possession. In that moment, I cannot do anything but write. Maybe its more like sneezing. Your body cannot do anything else when it is sneezing. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a flash of knowing. I believe in that moment I am pulling from a larger consciousness a language I subconsciously understand or a puzzle piece that fits. Those moments have happened to me many times in my life.
I know that I should recognize how lucky I am to have had even one moment like that. The problem is that they don't occur very often. I cannot make a moment like that happen, and believe me I have tried. A very specific constellation of ingredients has to be in place. That is why its so rare.
A. Lamb 4/2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Acrostic
Rising to meet the unending challenge
Evaluating and seeking authenticity
Saying what must be said truthfully
Understanding weaknesses and limitations
Revolting against negativity
Relaxing into my destiny
Eating healthy and colorful foods
Considering the possibilities
Taking action now
Inspiring myself and others
Opening up and out
Never giving up and never giving in
Angela Lamb 4/25/2011
Evaluating and seeking authenticity
Saying what must be said truthfully
Understanding weaknesses and limitations
Revolting against negativity
Relaxing into my destiny
Eating healthy and colorful foods
Considering the possibilities
Taking action now
Inspiring myself and others
Opening up and out
Never giving up and never giving in
Angela Lamb 4/25/2011
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