* Segment one: question and answer time
1. Authors name: Pamela A. Lamppa
2. Age: 49
3. Genre of poetry: I am by trade a rhymer but I love form and free verse as well.
4. Collaborations: Several
Idle Mind Wondering
River Swish
Vacuumed Venue
Discovery
Kevin Dutton
Darkness and Light
Arkbear
Brimstone Ashes
5. How many other round contests have you entered
Several and I am hosting one right now with Idle Mind Wondering.
6. How often are you on AllPoetry: Daily
7. Who has been your inspiration to write:
Yeats, Frost, Wordsworth, and everyone who has touched my life.
8. Your likes: Fairies, fantasy, roses, and people.
9. Your dislikes: Asparagus, bills, goat rodeos and people.
10. Why are you auditioning: I was invited and for the opportunity to expand my horizons.
* Segment two: Describe yourself
Observing
Perhaps the smile that sits inside
Alleges more than you might think,
Meandering as time goes by
Enticed a knowing wily wink.
Like sedentary simple times
A path is made for traveling
And if you never say hello
Life passes by, unraveling
And weary bones start settling.
Myopic eyes release hard sigh
Perpetuating vision blurred
Perhaps while watching passers by
Addressing less than would apply.
* Segment three: We challenge you to show us your best
This is difficult for me because I write with many styles and form but
I guess I would have to choose this one as it came from deep within me,
from an experience that changed my life forever.
Capital "C"
Harbored deep within,
behind frozen tundra and needled shards,
where scaped obliques resonate return,
hardening of heart metastasizes,
curdling bones with my frozen call
hurling ink blots titled:
biopsy,
tumor,
recurrence.
Ears freeze in my presence.
Words no longer mean anything
but the next steps in my slow moving tango,
titillating the rise of fear
and the sensibility of defeat.
My pillars rise,
relentlessly stalking
talking the flavor of berried wines
walking within rivers of quotidian performance-
modus operandi-formidable seasons.
They are humbled by my kind,
time and again
as I return to claim them for my own.
Breaching cavities and crevices with
my nimble fingers,
quickening pace,
stepping within the rhythm of
the inevitable,
hope distresses the oppressed.
It's eyes stare, meeting my own.
Tears weep resolution with my
unwholesome yield.
Digits run like roots
grasping weakness
pulling it in;
and I am abhorred for my ruthless taking.
Spell me with a capital "C"!
I am no less than life unwanted.
I am the gray that soots spirit,
devouring its pretty pink petals
with wintry icing to sweeten my parlor.
My embrace is fire mid iced rain,
yet it drifts into soft moldings
of seasonal blankets,
where babes nestle into mother's arms,
where bodies stiffen within my clutch.
Capital "C"
A contest entry
- Creative Poet- Audition Round by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
300 points, ended April 28, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very heart wrenching poem in Capital C. very creative. Thanks as always for sharing it.
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ckwriter69
Thank you so much for your kind words.
~Pamela 
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I love the layout and the poems that you have used as they are inspriiing and moving. it really let me experience who you are and what you will bring to the contest
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Char
Thank you so much.
I am ready for a challenge and am pleased you enjoyed my audition. Thank you again. ~Pamela
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This is one lovely audition!! Your poems are inspiring and most moving to the heart. A beautiful insight for all of us on a very talented poetess!
I wish you all the best!!
Jasminerose
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Jasminerose
Thank you so much for your kind words. I am pleased for your time and impressions. Thank you again. ~Pamela
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This is just amazing Be well
Love the background also
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Starz of Heaven
Thank you. ~Pamela
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Oh, you favorite reaches deep beneath the rising fear.
exceptional!
so glad you could join us
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Ken
Thank you.
~Pamela
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Pamela,
I truly enjoyed reading this and can relate to the sense of loss and blight in your poem, Capital C -- Challenges to life, the words without reason...a place where one has lost themselves in a sort of freezing numbness, that place of mental change that leaves one in a wilderness, beyond bewildered. I have no idea how you found the words for this phenomena of fear, but I recognized the symptoms of grief here, that thief of joy we try so hard to vanquish. Yet, we do.
The acrostic is marvelously done, too. Your vision there is far beyond the scope of eyes. Thank you for sharing. I'm more than a little touched.
Love, Karen
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Karen
Thank you for such wonderful observations and insight. I appreciate your words more than you know. Thank you. ~Pamela
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I am soooooooooooo Pleased that you entered.
Its fun getting to know you a little better...
but what is a goat rodeo
Or do I wanna know 
lol 
Absolutley adored the poem to describe yourself.
and there are not enough words to express the depth and feeling within your chosen favorite.
Best of luck
Delila
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Thank you Delila. ~Pamela
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