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Saturday, July 30, 2011

"Cross My Heart" by Pam Robinson Porterfield

My first book of poetry is in the publishing process...I'm awaiting my printed copy for final proofing and then it's off to the Masses.  It will be available through Amazon and its subsidiaries as early as Mid-August...

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 Cross my Heart is a montage of my original poetry, written in a variety of styles meant to reacquaint one to the emotional passion that can accompany a "Promise".  Whether it is a "Promise" kept or one of the many which were broken, the human emotion is never left unaffected. Yet every human culture continues to maintain resolute faith in this priceless concept.
For Generations, children have affirmed the sincerity of their intent by reciting the age old axiom "Cross my heart and hope to die, Stick a needle in my eye".  Through the color of language I have always sought to explore the passion and emotional implications of a promise. Every reader will find something within these writing to enrich, enlighten or renew their faith in a simple promise and NOW.....leaving you with those timeless words… "I cross my heart".

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Words Written upon Water

Pam Robinson Porterfield   2011 
The Cahawba River
Where the river relentlessly crashes and splashes ....

Playfully teasing the resolute, solemn rocks,

At such a time the sun rains drops of gold…bathing the sapphire sky in shades of gray

……….Throw my ashes to the sea,

So I may float as “words written upon water"

Perhaps I’ll ramble once more as Runes of old… or as a language lost….
The ineffable remnants of All that still stirs within my heart …unspoken
Mirroring a mockery now, an impracticable riddle as
hope unfurls as Pirouettes within a vortex.
Its message somehow mutates, in a turn of a phrase…
movement of such a fragile time carrying a simple rhyme….
My Words written upon water

Lines from a latter lyric hover in brevity
And listlessly recants a liturgical dance,
In a hurricane trance and the hurry of gravity
Forever a rhyme…of that moment in time
when my own eyes were reflective pools
and my words glistened like diamonds
All that possessed me trickled with irony
within the dissolute words written upon water.

Mere reflections….. they have been hence,
Sprinkled succinctly out of sequence
in cryptic signals of silent secret smiles and many miles of languid decadence.
Old times and old ways…Overshadowed with an eerie haze …….
on these the static days, of blue and grays
that carry a jumble of meaningless utter, these words written upon water.

The true meaning I believed, one of you would understand.
It was to you I reached my hand.  
At my fingertips musings such as these flamed as fire…
I crossed their ashes carefully upon your forehead.  
In the hourglass raged a raffish pyre
Ceremonial ashes…. never sand…. A slipping symphony through the hand..
to put at rest another dream atop the aimless  rushing stream.

Most of yesterday appears today forever in limbo or lost in spray…
While hapless hopes never stray
but for an instance as stone will lay … as words written upon water..

So while once shimmering in sunlight and drawing pale in rain
Reflecting bright in summers, words like rainbow beams refrain
From the far far below….the monochrome snow.
An ephemeral speech is etched, however, brief, gray, blue or sketched
May it bring solace to you
As ashes spread closer and closer to the rivers end let them not they merely send
This epistle for the eye back to the sky…..
Or let snow or sleet from a rain imply,
It has taken it’s hand To loosen the sand so it may saunter on downstream into a new dream.

Saturated, the ages drip from your sodden tongue
They fall again, from the sky
They melt in the sun
Combust as compassion
Blaze with desire
Creep As tears from the eye
pour from a cup and quench a fire
Absorb into new life further downstream…
So ….Where the river relentlessly crashes and splashes
Playfully teasing the resolute, solemn rocks,
At such a place as this…
when the sun rains drops of gold…and bathes the sapphire sky with  shades of gray
…..Throw my ashes to the sea

When the wind spins the romance mixing words with wantonness
Don’t miss the chance to dance as the ashes……
dive naked into the chill
live and always feel
the meaning of the words written upon the water………..
If any are left who understand the journey I choose to the sea from my land
Carry all that was meaning carefully in hand and Speak it…. let me live again
So I too may always float  as words written upon water.