Brass Sunflowers

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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
All rights reserved