PamJunePoetry

Salty

shifting ocean, emerald green
      banking, swirling
as he sits canvassing being;
      meandering down past paths,
thunderous raptures,
      drizzled dreams...

once a maverick maestro of the sea
   trying to give credence
to faulty ways, lost days--
   now half a century forward
or back

one lone salty tear
      a child's laughter swept away
the sea god's rage
      a summer's year past

wandering
      on thin brown legs
has become his way
      or sitting,
just sitting
      staring into the moon

A Moment's Liaison with Innocence

Sunlight infuses a golden liqueur
upon dark-green backyard rhubarb,
standing tall, leafy
among waiting white seeded spheres.
Yellow dandelion dust
pixie-powders a small smooth skinned face,
touches a tiny nose.
Laughter smiles bubble
from rosy-red lips,
baby teeth, white new---

Under chubby little arms,
I pick you up,
ringing, swaying, ding, ding,
within clouds of sweet white apple blossoms,
while bees buzz mantras,
birds sing dreams,
and Lily's of the Valley
chime innocence.

Escaping Netherland

As caffeine dripped into her mind
she inhaled a nicotine hit
and morning rose upon her face,
virgin like a maiden fresh,
white-veiled with wings of snow.

In her perch of tight periphery
within a cloistered, graying shed,
she pondered bright perceptions
with periwinkle verse leaping
like a fanatic fanning the divine.

Passing into a world of words,
static magnetism pulled her again
into a rapturous rapport
melting a nether land of permafrost
conniving to encase her soul.

Published By Autumn Leaves 2005

Pam lives in the North Country of New Hampshire. Her poetry has been published in Ships of Fools, Poetry Depth Quarterly, Adagio Verse Quarterly, Blindman's Rainbow, Interpoetry.com, Skyline Magazine and Subtletea.com, among others. A chapbook, "Postscripts in Time" published by Foothillspublishing.com.