Popular Posts

  • Cinderella Song
    She slipped to trip  her slipper fell-- it found its light a wishing well  of painted days  that dreamed of nig...
  • Of Mother
    Oriental Bittersweet stretches,  limbs caress three begotten held tightly still  to heart as vines relax;  press against  ...
  • Private Voice
    Yours are the shadows that find my essence; black wilderness breathing raw energy through the rustling of my taffeta where desire awa...
  • Recognition
    Naked beneath stars, I observe our moon and plead frightened hope into the night while touch drifts with veiled chime as a satin flower upo...
  • Fingers Doubled Into Palm
    i. I whisper your name content to mend bruises; feel shame with a new sun bright upon fresh snowfall. ii. My tear captures the metallic t...
  • A letter from Salvador Dalí to Pablo Picasso
    Dearest Pablo, "Oh mon ami, à quel point je me rappelle notre beau déjeuner à Paris. Comme je fier suis de vous appeler ami." My ...
  • Rendezvous
    Storm rages for a distant summer night like sweet molasses from hard sugar cane compressing heartbeats, ever so polite, until soft moonligh...
  • Room For More - Poetic Prose
    Like a bag of sour balls, insecurity rounds my tongue, circles like a vulture ready to pick leftovers from bones already too labored to acc...
  • powdered time
    silver spills  fills temples lines windowsills  while perception  drifts through  undulant panes remembers roses  in your ha...
  • Third Eye Blind
    I give growth to my own Ushnisha, oh enlightened me! So beautifully blessed to mount upon my elite instrument of grace. Such vision is simp...

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

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
Copyright © 2014
all rights reserved


~for:  Paul, David and Anthony ...

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









Posted by at

1 comment:

Blue said...

Gentle yet pulsating with life and connection.

October 9, 2014 at 8:41:00 PM EDT

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)