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, 
All rights reserved

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, 
All rights reserved 

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