Within the Dark

Forever missed.

Amongst impulse and  desires…. dismissed

One maintains status upon my list

Your hand in mine, with no desist

And Kiss as we have never kissed.   (PRP - 1972)

3 River Petroglyphs site

Three Rivers Petroglyphs site......New Mexico!

Broken  (PRP  2012)

Every step we take.. path we choose or decision that may have begun as impulse or dare,
Everywhere we glance, underneath the smirk, the frown, the seemingly simple smile from an inner dialogue to which no one will ever fall privy
There are particles of play and plans with purpose from pieces of puzzling people who all prepared the world one progressive promise at a time.

We pass it all by, in disregard, trump it with a hapless card we draw…or discard… hoard them with our hopes.... perhaps bury them in a mason jar…in a forgotten yard
Until in love... the collectors come back….
and try to understand what it was that left us scattered and broken, because they want to put us back together again.

Bittersweet Diversity, The Anniversary

Here's to Jim and all our inexorable ghosts, I love you... (copyright 2012 "Seasons of Southern comfort" by Pam Robinson Porterfield.)


Bittersweet Diversity, The Anniversary


Once a year…once again…once more it surfaces temporal. as the tides.
Somewhere within time, another weathered winsome holiday swells
and recedes within a reticent heart.

Not all remember each of them, not everyone can….. not every year.
Nor will all who celebrate successfully…..
brave the obligatory waltz of unwelcomed waves
Relentlessly inundating those unprepared within its ocean of unpredictable emotion.

Some stand steadfast, safely at a distance to seemingly savor the sweetness of a simple shore
and share the swift sea breeze of a smile.

Others tantalize with a tasty toast, to a tethered time that cannot be shaken loose
Such a clinging cruise shall always seem to surface selfishly somewhere…
lingering as christening champagne on a maiden maritime voyage…. at an anniversary…

Then there are those whose memories crave a complete corporal creation
An attempt to reanimate forevermore…
A balancing ballast to ever last …….floating their momentous memories….
bottled and tossed ......

An anachronistic sacred secret to be labeled and landlocked once more,
within a safely shared surge - relived once again in the sweetness of a safe, simple tsunami smile…..

Thus creating another anniversary.

PRP 2012

Trinkets and Memories

Trinkets of a lifetime .....PRP (2012)

My old wooden box still holds a treasure here or there,
A scratched up Beatles' single and a lock of mother’s hair,
The broken chain I yanked in two as I jerked it off my wrist
My Love beads, a silver cross, and a scribbled Christmas list.

An ancient fading paper chain from old time chewing gum,
Now if you really want memories?.. I bet that thing swallowed some.
There is my broken ballerina who lost a leg when I was 10!
I spent 3 long hours, teary eyed to make her whole again.

Trinkets of a life time …………
Carefully kept and heaven spent
Amongst them all I found your picture
with a scent of peppermint.

In the Loss of Bruce Bethune

In the Loss of Bruce Bethune  (PRP  2010)

You hid amongst the public places –so I looked within the lonely faces

Knowing you were near and I wanted you to know – just wanted you to know

I still think of you

You laughed at the rain and danced through your pain

I knew you were running and It seems so insane because I

I just wanted to see you- just to see you

I still think of you

I knew there was nothing that I could mend or a word of comfort I could send

But all my life you had been near and I always felt you  here

You are in my blood, graze the dreams that I send, you are my family not my friend

And even now, in the end…. I  still think of you….always  think of you.