unintended disclosure

i.

cornered walls

echo breath,

sighs heave,

regurgitate

discovery

in dusty paper

and old paint.

ii.

sleep is apprehensive;

a cognizant deterrent

for kept secrets.

iii.

stale scent

misses lip's

covert distortion;

presses truth

against veins.

I question

love's edification.

Pamela A. Lamppa 

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Of Earth and Mortar

Today, the air is fragrant and alive
each breath a gift as sun reveals her light.
It seems so fitting that I might derive
a vision of myself in living flight.

Though I can never boast of feathered wings
nor see the earth from high up in the sky
I can, instead, believe as queens and kings -
I am of her and so identify.

I labor for the deeds of living soul,
my working hands to build the man I am.
From earth and mortar leveled with control
my value far outweighs a tinker's dam.

A price cannot be placed to show my worth
for every day I breathe upon this earth.




Pamela A. Lamppa 
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