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Monday, July 25, 2016

leave when broken





her crimson 
crumbled brown
finds comfort 
in his frown

 while unrelenting 
heartache
calls her feet
to hit the ground

 and spill into 
a new life
where he is 
no longer found






Pamela A. Lamppa 
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Aubade








While eyes are sleepy in the early morn
the birds are chirping in their chirpy way,
and I am staggering to find my brain
inside a coffee cup full to the brim.

 Those pesky birds sing happy melodies
erasing any thought I'd have to smile.
Their song is more like noise inside my head
until I sip my java in the sun.

 Just as my eyes begin to feel the light
I listen to these warblers quite amused
that just a moment prior they were noise
but now they are an aubade to my day.

 This morning ritual begins at dawn
but only in the spring and summer months.
My caffeine and a song to warm my heart.
So simple, yet what more could one desire?




Pamela A. Lamppa 
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Tracks





I pirouette
within my promenade

 a spin within
this dance
of life

 my journey ventures
on to find 

 those fated dreams
as iron tracks
go on and on 

 then stop.



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