Lucidity Lamb's Blog, page 9
March 14, 2022
Forgive, a poem for those who won’t
When I forgive you,
The sky will bleed gold
And the ocean,
Gilded by those tears,
Will harden to stone,
Creating a façade of
Perfect calm,
glinting in memory
Of a blinding sun.
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
March 13, 2022
The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
Hello my demon friends and foes.
I’ve come to offer you this rose.
Salty iron, red with love,
Dripping beauty, tears, and blood.
Death is dreaming, soon to waken.
Life is barren and forsaken.
Plead with me for scales unweighted.
No judge blinded, decided, jaded.
Within the world of whispers quiet,
Without the verbal pulpit pilots,
Where only pride is price to paupers,
Patience cannot pause the stalker.
The knife says guilty, true or not.
Ghostly ashes mark the spot.
Cluttered boney closets opened.
Promises of freedom broken.
Goodbye demon friends and foes.
Your letter for lenience opposed,
I’ll drag you down this jagged stone.
Wasted soul, unloved, disowned.
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
March 12, 2022
Elegy of the Coffee Mug
Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this post.
Empty vessel, once full of life,Waiting, ready to be cleansed.Solid but useless without the drug,Nothing but darkness, time to end.Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt.
A visual prompt is when you close your eyes, then open them, and the first thing you focus on is your prompt.
In this case, it was a dirty coffee mug that I didn’t want to clean. I did not mean for the poem to be about a suicidal coffee mug, but there you go.
I highly recommend visual prompts because not only do they help with creativity, they give you a new view of the everyday things that tend to become part of our background. Appreciate everything.
Stay chipper…
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March 11, 2022
Rise in Dreams, a poem of rest
Fall in softness,
Asleep to dream,
Floating on a cloud
Of kind release.
The day is done,
You’ve earned your peace.
Rest your soul
From stress and grief.
When you rise
From happy dreams
You’ll find you are
The one redeemed.
The vibrant world
Will grow and smile
In gentle rhythms
Of the endless trial.
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
March 9, 2022
Narcissism Sucks
I don’t have any answers or poetry to share. Not right now. Just questions. And a headache.
Is she sick or just resenting that I have not visited enough?
Is she being narcissistic or is she having an actual problem?
Is she failing mentally or just wanting me to do everything for her?
Is she really upset or just begging sympathy about something a 5 year old would be able to learn to deal with?
I need a degree in this just to survive a phone call with the woman.
March 7, 2022
Play with Me
I cannot play with you
Today.
I cannot take the time
Today.
But if you love me, take me
Today.
Save me from my duty
Today.
Remind me to live, to play
Today.
Or I might not care if I see
Tomorrow.
To Make a Story Short… (A Poll)
Forgotten Door, Photo by Lucidity LambI’ve decided my next project will be a collection of short stories. I have a few ideas. I am considering making this a compilation but need a theme. After all, everyone has a story to tell.
What do you think?
Which short story compilation would you read? And would you want to participate?
Do you have a short story just waiting for the chance to be published? What is it about?
Leave me comments with your answers whether or not you can access the following poll.
March 4, 2022
Appreciate, a poem
Photo by Lucidity LambAppreciateI cannot stand to see the way people make people cry.
I cannot breathe when I see the suffering and struggling denied.
Why can’t we all help each other to live our honest best?
Why do we allow one dishonest soul to spoil it for the rest?
Before you rise remember how precious is the dawn,
With all the world must face, it’s a wonder it spins on.
If I could change a single thing, it would be the way we love.
I’d make us all appreciate much more often than we judge.
Photo by Lucidity Lamb
February 28, 2022
Waterfall of Sound, a poem of song
Waterfall of Sound
Chance the
Waterfall
Of sound.
Sparrows
Can bring the
Sun down.
Believe
In your power
To sing.
A song
Is worth more
Than kings.
February 23, 2022
Where Are You Going?
Photo by Lucidity LambThere are days when I want to scream “Where am I going?!”
In San Francisco, they have a fabulous trolley rail system. It keeps the trolley cars “on track”. I have often wished for a similar system in my life. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You leave your childhood, settle on your designated trolley rail, and life just… happens.
I know, its not a very independent thing for me to think. But, by golly, what is so wonderful about being independent? About having choices? Some days it gets exhausting and you still never know if you made the correct ones.
Who wants to have to make choices?
Well, I mean, choices are good. Sure. I wouldn’t want to ride my life-trolley for a while just to find out it went to the life-version of the city dump. I would like some choice over where it goes. But if someone could just give me a hint?
What if the magic life-guru came to your house and said, “You will get on the trolley to being a rich person’s spouse”? Well, that might sound good. I would have lots of money at least. But what if that path lead me to have to get three Master’s degrees and a high-stress career as a lawyer so I could win that wealthy go-getter? Well, that isn’t really what I want to do. It sounds stressful and time consuming and boring.
Can I pick again?
What if they said, “You will be a famous soccer player”? Well, that would be awesome! Fun! I mean, It would suck if I got injured and my hot spouse had only loved me for my money/body/celebrity and I ended up limping alone to the library each week just to get some human contact and a free audio book. But other than that… assuming all my years of effort actually resulted in a true sports career in the first place… I can only spend so much time watching or playing sports before I just want to go read a book. Let’s try again.
They might have said, “Get on the trolley for France. You will move there and meet wonderful people and write books.” But if I had never made decisions, or taken chances, or stumbled over my own mistakes, what would I write about? Just being in a different country wouldn’t be a story – not if it was just doing what I was told to do. I would never be able to relate to my characters or understand the depth of feeling that comes from heading toward something in life and then missing that destination completely.
There are some things I wouldn’t want to do. That’s always easier to figure out, isn’t it? No, I don’t want to get on the trolley to being an elementary school teacher because I cannot handle that many kids for that long each day. No, I will let the US President trolley go because I don’t want that much stress.
But what do I want to do with my life? I could be so many people, go to so many places, create or destroy or perform or teach so many things. I don’t know. So every day I decide, stay or go?
Do I want to I stay on this path?
Would I like to turn see where another path leads?
Today, I am staying.
But I am considering some changes. I am always considering changes. I am glad I have the choice. It is truly an underappreciated freedom for many of those who have it. Trolley rails sound nice, but now that I’ve thought about it, I would choose to jump off the trolley every time. I might regret that decision, but if you have never done anything you regret, you are not trying hard enough to find your limits.
What did you decide today?
The Road Down, San Francisco Puzzle
by LucidityLamb
