Blackberry Winter

Eyes search,
linger on horizon,

wait for gilded lines
to crest,
to savor
vast flavor 
as light bends.

Boundless
opportunity
and immeasurable
wealth

wash winter white,
warm spring ferns,
breathe new red berries
with soft bird-song at daybreak.

It is an
inexhaustible
continuum
arched for
fresh green
sprouts, spun
mid tender
seedling-song

richly absorbed
for knowledge
kept within each
endless curve -

each life curve ...

Humble tears well
overwhelmed
within a vernal sunrise.







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Weaver's Knot

Heart listens when a writer pens,
forms bond with quill and ink
to soar o'er skies or bound 'cross glens;
one never has to think.
Free verse or rhyme, which one is best?
Don't put a writer to this test.
          Free verse or rhyme
          free verse or rhyme?
"Adventure" is what's been expressed.


Heart listens when a writer pens
regardless of the form.
The style of it always portends
to comfort, or reform.
For you, I'll write with style sublime,
my gift in free verse or in rhyme,
          for you I'll write
          for you I'll write;
etch soul upon a page of time.


Heart listens when a writer pens;
so links this weaver's knot
to vision through creative lens --
the genre matters not!
My expertise will tell the tale
as insight breathes its tight-tuned scale.
          My expertise,
          my expertise
is free verse rhymed with formed detail.





Copyright © Pamela A. Lamppa
All Rights Reserved