I would fall into your eyes,
seeking but not wanting breath.
For I would gladly drown in their depths,
knowing I would find peace there.
-- Pamela J. Lambert
Copyright ©2005 Pamela Jeanne Lambert
"There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress or toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!"
Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets.
I enjoy this little poem especially because I read a great deal
and my imagination has taken me all over the world in the spirit of my books
Speech escapes me when,
In youthful exuberance,
I stumble to grasp the words.
And yet do they slip
from nerveless fingers,
Floating into the winds
To be lost on a tide of my own folly.
I would regain those lost phrases
If ‘twould redeem me
In your beautiful eyes
Which have slipped into my soul
To spread their warmth
To my cold, weary heart,
Emitting a brightness
That sends e’en darkness to hide.
Pamela J. Lambert
Copyright ©2005 Pamela Jeanne Lambert
At a party, October 28, 2006
In Poetic Wonderment
