it's the sound of a locomotive~blues lyrics (g minor)

it's the sound of a locomotive
soon after it begins to move forward..
it's the feeling of pure exhiliration..
tumbling down the tracks, trusting in the view,
crumbling some tacks..if only you really knew--

how much i want to travel
down those tracks with you--
how much room i've reserved
in my muscular heart for two--

for we are the tumbling cars, giving into gravity--
then letting the power of love
raise bodies high high high to the end of the sky sky sky...
for we are the tracks of this song we lay down-
and kiss the day goodbye--

as focusing on all that makes our hearts'
go skipping, jumping, braving parts of our soul,
no longer left on hold-
we are bright crimson red- so bold-
so slide on down the highland air,
and pull yourself a soft cushy chair..

there's going to be time for tomfoolery-
as blessings get combed in my hair,
by your own hands,
i've made a stand-now wind--come blow
the traces of love's little spaces--

-from come as you are-
we've always been like little twin stars-
studded in the almighty blackness of night-
we've always been kindred souls-
on the road to pure elegant justice's fight--

so hold my hand, as this song gets penned, and know..
it comes from all the love stashed,
in this muscular heart of mine--
we have already polished--it's a blinding spit shine--
let it be all we are- my darling star.~

lyrics and photo by kate lamberg~..(c) all rights reserved..'13

melon sunset photo by katyajo.(c) '13

surrendering

rowboat pulls away from the dock-
thinning rope, growing worn
our seasoned vessel needing repair:
floor scraped by mussels, clams, brittle bones..

walls banged by useless passengers-
the tiller tended to like a lover
one hand at the helm- your story incised
in the blood of screeching gulls...

the family who never left

only in your mind do you feel like a lone lighthouse..
could you/ would you...grow your dark wings of night flight,
and your bright orbitals of midnight vision--
only to let yourself be swept..by the persistence of my light

~Kate Lamberg
~Copyright, August, '13

eatons neck~photo by katya~(c)~

sun breaks

sun breaks between trees
as logs are split for firewood
creating warm glow

haiku and photo by ring of pine trees ..(c)

lightness of being

i am feeling a lightness of being..
.it is as if.. all the thoughts that plagued me
have lifted--into sheer air..
. and my being dances freely..
barely touching the earth. ...
with a grounded responsibility
to be centered on the moment, 
without being pulled down..
into the abyss of those
who complain about the world...
i raise myself on old time religion
spelled..L O V E....

Words and photo by Kate Lamberg (c) all rights reserved...'13

meadowed breath

poem and photo by kate lamberg..(c) all rights reserved..

clock strikes one
the meadowed breath
by river's edge
has begun,
as iron bell is struck-
the common denominator
of old souls, becoming one

s u r r e n d e r

boat pulls away
the dock rope growing worn
our vessel needing repair

floor scraped by mussels, clams, brittle bones
walls banged by thoughtless passengers
the tiller tended to like a lover

one hand at the helm
the story incised in the blood of screeching gulls
the family who never left

only in your mind do you feel like a lone lighthouse
could you/ would you...grow your dark wings of night flight, &
let yourself be swept..by the persistence of my light

~Katya Johanna
Copyright, August, '13

why wonder

photo by kate lamberg~all rights reserved~'13

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

why wonder..
what if-
focusing
on the naked now
allows all beauty lights to shine...