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

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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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