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Jan 27, 2010
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Within My Rubbled Dust
Within My Rubbled Dust
Early spring found my restless spirit reserved,
ragged amid a mountain's storm of detriment.
Time floundered when willows bent beneath the wind
and whole love had died.
I became barren land and bleak-laid branches,
barely audible as new bud's whispered bloom.
I found hued life the color of the rainstorm;
my gray-rose regret.
Space hollowed empty pits into my gullet.
With lover's final pledge, I vowed to be chaste!
Chasm of denial would be my calling
as eyes wept "goodbye."
Sentient, I expressed selfishness alone,
aware that character had now departed,
looked past identity and pulled my kin close
to remember me.
You perceived this calling echo in my voice
heard my aria with conscious, blithe intent,
and set about a course to find my heart dreams
in spite of myself.
You found me freely within my rubbled dust,
wiser, central to my earth song's telling verse
and sounded your great horn to summon comfort
for my weary brow.
I was not aware as the first rosebud bloomed
pink against the greenery of your fresh voice
that I could be so wholly heard and taken
by your soft caress.
Breeze billowed fresh and spring gave me new meaning
and you found in me - a place to bare your soul.
We welcomed each for all the roads we'd traveled
and those yet to come.
***********************************************
Loose Sapphic
Specs to be found here:
http://allpoetry.com/list/68572-Loose-Sapphic
Early spring found my restless spirit reserved,
ragged amid a mountain's storm of detriment.
Time floundered when willows bent beneath the wind
and whole love had died.
I became barren land and bleak-laid branches,
barely audible as new bud's whispered bloom.
I found hued life the color of the rainstorm;
my gray-rose regret.
Space hollowed empty pits into my gullet.
With lover's final pledge, I vowed to be chaste!
Chasm of denial would be my calling
as eyes wept "goodbye."
Sentient, I expressed selfishness alone,
aware that character had now departed,
looked past identity and pulled my kin close
to remember me.
You perceived this calling echo in my voice
heard my aria with conscious, blithe intent,
and set about a course to find my heart dreams
in spite of myself.
You found me freely within my rubbled dust,
wiser, central to my earth song's telling verse
and sounded your great horn to summon comfort
for my weary brow.
I was not aware as the first rosebud bloomed
pink against the greenery of your fresh voice
that I could be so wholly heard and taken
by your soft caress.
Breeze billowed fresh and spring gave me new meaning
and you found in me - a place to bare your soul.
We welcomed each for all the roads we'd traveled
and those yet to come.
***********************************************
Loose Sapphic
Specs to be found here:
http://allpoetry.com/list/68572-Loose-Sapphic
— Pamela A. Lamppa, Jan 27, 2010
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Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you
Geezer
16 years 4 months ago
Impeccable...
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you
Geezer
16 years 4 months ago
I went to...
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
smile
Electric Blue
16 years 4 months ago
Rubbled Dust
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you kind Blue
Electric Blue
16 years 4 months ago
Rubble dust
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
The Sapphic
Electric Blue
16 years 4 months ago
Sapphic
Geezer
16 years 4 months ago
Your welcome...
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
I look forward to reading
Nordic cloud
16 years 4 months ago
Landscapes of your mind
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
Thank you
Idlemindwondering
16 years 4 months ago
And be those roads icy slick
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 4 months ago
… walk - yes. *smile*Hugs
lyz
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Pamela
Pamela A. Lamppa
16 years 2 months ago
Thank you