Brass Sunflowers

.


I found the tremble
of a broken day
remembering the allure
of our gold 

in bands of love.

How quickly our denim
faded as we raced beyond
our sunset with
building blocks
of light and joy

while brass sunflowers
forgot to wilt
as they tarnished
each finger held close.

I am but a memory 
of your magnetism

brushed and dented
in the hollow 
of our forsaken
touch.



© Pamela A. Lamppa
June 18 2019
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Dull Ache

.


Your dance was one
of sound and light
filling heart 
and soul alike;

the hype, 
the fuss,
the promise true

the simple love
for me from you.

But time moves on
and with it fades
the glow of music
you once gave.

Charm soon forgets
with day to day 
when light was strong
and dance gave way
to shine with care
when it was new,

now dulls with ache
from missing you.



© Pamela A. Lamppa
June 18 2019
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As Her Light Dimmed

She left me; 
hand cupped for more,
ready to accept her departure
with tearful streams
and gentle nudges

yet,

my time never
caressed her dying fingers
nor ran my own through
thinning hair
as her light dimmed,

faded into 
morphine-blurred moments
before she slipped away 
without thought.

Perhaps it was best.

I miss her.




© Pamela A. Lamppa
April 2019
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Accent Lines

I peeled the breath
of fifty nine years
from the sheer layer
of life left stagnant 
above my upper lip.

It felt a bit raw
as I tossed your 
frayed tooth brush
in the trash -

hesitated only once
          
before blending cream and
Italian fragrance 
on my neck and breasts.

I'd be damned if
I let lines accent
anything but brilliance.






© Pamela A. Lamppa
April 2019
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Venerable Blush

.





Wisteria stung
in deep strung
mantis leaves,

spilled feral alignment
beyond initial prick;

              a front-end kiss
              heated ripe
              and taken,

while polymer rented
her ephemeral space,

squelching
destitute
desire

as bird-song
mimicked
flushed nape.







.

Anguish

It falls within 
enlightenment's 
closing line,

when morning has passed 
and the noon sun
dimmed.

No moon rise 
brightens spirit 
when the dull ache 
of lost affection

inflicts its prick
upon fresh wound.

Veiled threat
cloaks despair
when the heart weeps 
a sour smile.






February 22,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa, 
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Feeling New

Middle C vibrates
against my forefinger.

It rings for yesterday
and bleeds faithfully
into tomorrow 

with you there, 
near the window,
regarding me.

Our years have
grown accustomed
to our faces;

life's traces and 
blusters born to 
moments shared in the
dim twilight 
of ancient lore.

Here we are, as one;
older, wiser, and 
feeling new. 



February 21,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa, 
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One Last Time

Your necktie drapes
the bedroom doorknob;
silly stripes ease 
bittersweet smile.

Yesterday cloaks me
like a cocoon,
safe-wrapped mid
dying ember's plain talk; 
hands held.

I am lost
to familiarity
as it coldly seeps
down love's drain.

We are a 
kiss away 
from an empty 
tomorrow.

Might we linger
in breathless
suffocation for 
one last time. 




February 8,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa, 
All rights reserved 

Unfolding

.

i.

Earth circles,
spins like a spiral ham
in the salty debris of
regurgitated branches
when an angry ocean
smooths dreams after
gales settle.

Her power captivates
and I am small.


ii.

Lungs breathe low tide
reminiscent of running
shore lengths - naked
soles no more than
breathless outcasts from
rock pools, hard limpets,
and skittering shrimp.

Seasons of endless discovery
still momentum, yet eternity
learns our hearts.


iii.

Granules sift, turn small
ripples to hard ridges,
press into bare arches,
and molest tender heels.

Summer feet have not
yet arrived and it is
already August.


iv.

The glossy allure of
washed sand dulls
against broken shells
staggered amid harsh surf.

Nature humbles.


v.

Time delivers like a
typewriter's return bar
pushing fragments,
emphasizing ornery endings
as wrinkles carve themselves into
jest-filled smile-lines
bursting crow's feet
into sunset corners.

I learn.


vi.

How fragile life is -
realized in the bronze gloaming
hard-pressed against a purple sky.

Elements erode bones and
counter thinning blood.


vii.

Orange moon
whispers understanding
and ascends to silver sheen
against velvet sky while
moist eyes are grateful
for its light.


viii.

Keeping cuffs dry seems
a pointless idiosyncrasy
as scuffed toes more inclined
to city shoes, bleed
against barnacles.


ix.

It no longer matters
why I can hear the ocean
in an empty shell;

that I can
is simply

enough.


January 20,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa,
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unrecognized ache

gentle pink
breathes
life into
weathered skin

such tender youth;
free to admire
and bend with
lithe branches
left unhindered
in the wee hours

my tears water
newly sown fields
in the quiet hush
of disbelief

as you ease my
unrecognized ache





January 20,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa,
All rights reserved