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From A Painting 

by 
J. Michael Lambert

From a painting that hung in my grandfather's house
I dreamt RFD living and old rural routes
Long rows of Dekalb, Northrup and Bear
The farm odors seemingly hanging in air
While the weatherman's warnings
From watches, wind born
Blew wickedly Oz-like
And flattened the corn
And the following stillness
The twister's old prank
Was punctured by prayers
And farm family thanks
These things I recall
From the mind's cat and mouse
From a painting that hung in my grandfather's house

 

 

J. Michael Lambert is 49 (but doesn't feel it) and resides in Phoenix, Arizona. His fiancee, who is completing her Masters in Fine Arts (writing), encouraged him to submit to The Rose & Thorn.  He was born in Decatur, Illinois, and lived and worked in Chicago in the criminal justice field, a very uncreative field compared to his real love, which is the written word. He admits to being a private person who rarely submits his work. (We're glad his mate encouraged him!) He is also a published songwriter, having played and performed in Nashville in 1979-1980.  He teaches guitar and still writes an occasional tune.  He spends his writing time with poetry, which he feels is a lost art, and in particular, the art of lyric poetry.

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