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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.



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Loose Sapphic

Specs to be found here:
http://allpoetry.com/list/68572-Loose-Sapphic



— Pamela A. Lamppa, Jan 27, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New England - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Robert Louis Stevenson, William Butler Yeats, John Keats, Pablo Neruda, Algernon Charles Swinburne, T.S. Elliott, and too many more to begin to cover them all.

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Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you

I am humbly flattered by your comment and pleased you have enjoyed this verse. Thank you so much. ~Pamela
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 4 months ago

Impeccable...

The only possible thing I could say that bothered me was, the use of the word sentient. I know it means what you wanted to say, about being self-aware. But being the consumate Sci-Fi reader, I more closely associate it with [enough intelligence] to be self-aware. However, I cannot think of a better word to use in it's place. Your use of it is hereby forgiven. LOL An awesome write, ~ Gee
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you

Forgiven? How kind of you. LOL but seriously, I too struggled with this word, the entire line actually, and the strict syllable count restriction posed a problem for use of another word which would have the same effect. I am pleased you enjoyed this form and hope you will try one when you have a moment. They kick your butt, but are well worth the effort. Thank you again. I appreciate the read and your thoughts very much. ~Pamela
Geezer

Geezer

16 years 4 months ago

I went to...

the link you provided, and saved it so that I may try one of these. Hope it doesn't kick me too badly. Also hope I didn't sound too arrogant or something, just joking, about the forgiving part. I really did like the write, and not only for the form. The poem was like a love story unfolding, which I suppose, according to the form, it was supposed to do, but it sounded like an experience too. ~ Gee
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

smile

No, no offense taken or arrogance thought. I was teasing back. I do hope you will try one of these. The poem is indeed a love story. That you felt it means I hit my mark. Thank you Gee. ~Pamela
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Rubbled Dust

Pamela This title threw somewhat as with the currant times I thought it was about HAITI But now I see you baring your soul and having the courage of letting go and moving on. Very moving and powerful write my friend Electric Blue
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you kind Blue

I can see where the title would send one there. I didn't even think of it while composing this Sapphic. I am so pleased for your kind comments and appreciate them very much. Thank you. ~Pamela
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Rubble dust

Pamela I am learning all the time on this site re different ways of writing. What is a Sapphic? Electric Blue
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

The Sapphic

There are many forms of Sapphic poetry. This style was commonly used by the Ancient Greeks when relaying their stories in verse about the gods and their interactions with mortals and other gods. One of my favorites forms of the Sapphic is the Sapphic Ode in the style of Alexander Pope, an 18th century English Poet who used a variation of the Greek Sapphic which included strict meter and consistent rhyme. The poem I have written here is a Loose Sapphic developed by current 21st Century poet, Marie Marshall, which relies on syllable count, no rhyme, and no set meter. More like every day speech. The shorter line at the end allows the thought from the third line above to continue into the shorter, 'softer' (for lack of a better expression) line. Here are some excellent links for Sapphics of different types. It is difficult to explain in one response, but these links have specs and cite examples which aide in how to write one. http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5790 http://allpoetry.com/list/68572-Loose-Sapphic http://allpoetry.com/column/2337109# http://allpoetry.com/list/54537-Sapphic-Ode http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2009Challenge/form2a.html I do hope you will try one out. I am just beginning to explore the Loose Saspphic, have never attempted Greek Sapphic, but am a huge fan of the Sapphic Ode (Pope Style). They can be a challenge, but oh what a labor of love. Let me know if you do write, I would love to read it. ~Pamela
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

16 years 4 months ago

Sapphic

Pamela Thank you for the info. I have heard of Alexander POPE but not read any but i will need to go to the library. But i will look at you links cut and pasts them to word if that is alright. regards Electric Blue
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 4 months ago

Landscapes of your mind

You set the scene immediately and strongly pulling us with you identify across the barren landscapes of your mind in its turmoil, this as ever with your poetry is special and magic, the fronds of thoughts brittle or soft in our mind's eye as we travel effortlessly through your labyrinths of words. Ah sigh of contentment on reading your poetry Pamela. From Ann with love.
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 4 months ago

Thank you

Where this is love, there is hope and love never is far behind. Thank you beautiful Ann for your always wonderful comments. I am so pleased you enjoyed this journey. Thank you. ~Pamela
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Idlemindwondering

16 years 4 months ago

And be those roads icy slick

And be those roads icy slick or desert dry Let’s line them, daffodils and dandelions That roar at the sun, whisper soft at the moon And smile as we walk. hugs
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lyz

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Pamela

Always a pleasure to read a learned poets work. You know how my comments go so if I may just say, marvelous. Hi ya to ken above. Love Lyz. XX
Pamela A. Lamppa

Pamela A. Lamppa

16 years 2 months ago

Thank you

for such kind words. I am pleased you enjoyed this one and I will be certain to give a big hello to Ken for you. *smile* ~Pamela