we walked and then sat,
talked a while.
i stopped thinking about how i
would open my mouth
and instead looked at the grass
and began talking,
occasionally catching your eyes
with mine.

She sits among the crowd
does her best to blend right in
she tries to be inconspicuous
keeps her thoughts within
attention makes her fearful
maybe they will see
the positives she’s hiding

Beth Lambert Nov 2009

The sunrise was glorious,
the sky filled with red,
beside those peaceful waters
a man laid dead.

No going back,
it was over and done,
on the grassy banks,

The lights on the left bank twinkled
like pin-heads in a back lit cadaver.
She stood waist high
in the turgid searing water and
swooned as the passing, longing lips,
left traces of frozen prose

I look upon a rainy day
The sun shine's through the cloud's
Ray's of light radiate translusant upon the ground
Many different color's for all to see
Bright and wonderful it shall be

I hate my brain
I fear it.
I hate my brain
I want to smash it.
I hate my brain
I want to hit it.
I hate my brain.
It does nothing but fail me.
Time and time again.

In the interval
water cascades,
water falls,
yes, it does.

An upcountry tributary
flowing to the
provincial sea.

Arteries pulsation
movement streaming.
A heart of water

A dish best served
cold, with mustard
I gleam
malice as I feast
sinew, flesh, and muscles,
bones by the mouthfuls

Tumble, tumble
Trickle down
We used to stand on Holy ground

Ground of heros
Near and far
Died to give us freedoms star

Lines are now drawn in the sand
Who will tumble
Who will stand?

Convexing
this wasteland discovers
like weakness in the sand
is my nakedness uncovered

Grapling to the shade
my edge finds the way
straight into the heart of my adversaries

Thoughts like bricks mortared into walls
Homestead ruins, a fortress standing tall
Orange cinders, dreams that came to rest
Yesterday’s voices, man’s noblest quests

Release the choke, pull the cord,
It lets out a lazy cough.
Check the gas, clean the board,
Still in functions low trough.

Sometimes only does it start on command

Did you feel me reach in the darkness
with the slightest touch of my finger
to trace your lips?

I wanted to stroke words
that whispered from your mouth.
To smooth over beautiful

Tepid vessel I drank from whence steam rose
Better to be enjoyed hot than so cold.
Ginger, cloves in char, lost, spiced hearts froze,
Spent, stewing, lukewarm, yet, able to scold.

What Do We Do?

What do we do?
Shatter the illusion
steal a look behind the veil
peer into the murky darkness
black as a bible, and starless
tempestuous sky reflected, in
a placid lake