Of Mother

Oriental Bittersweet
stretches, 

limbs caress
three begotten

held tightly still 
to heart

as vines
relax; 

press against 

grief's 
gritted 
garden

in humble sleep.

So tender 
the quiet feel 
of love, 

of Mother,

who bore more than time
upon weighted shoulders.





Pamela A. Lamppa
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~for:  Paul, David and Anthony ...

May you always remember your mother's
smile and the love she held for you.

Latent

I have turned

the world

away,

a Mars-mask

pretending my

shadow matters

against tide's

push and

relentless

pull.

I hide in this

vast expanse,

and unveil my

hurt to urchins

singing siren

song.

How small

the lips that

speak truth.

Pamela A. Lamppa

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all rights reserved

Spring

I breathe the air
with frost
upon its edge

and smell
the pledge of
warming earth
instead.

And here,
behind the whisper
of the wind,

a melody begins
to sing of
spring.

I am the smile
that bursts
about my
face,

with eyes that brighten
to the early trace
of crocus-sprout

and robins
on the
wing,

and wave farewell
to winter's
bickering.







Pamela A. Lamppa
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autumn's retreat

i.

winter divides
sleep-chatter
bird-scurry
rousting
red berries
to fatten
for spring.


ii.

branches blacken,
lay stark against
crystals and silver
linings against
green blades.


iii.

half a ghost moon
filters white
and sings to her
cooling love.


iv.

butter-cream sky
brightens early dawn.
the smell of snow
is in the air.






Pamela A. Lamppa
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all rights reserved