the clock stops, it's 7 past sunrise
rain clouds gather in widow's veil
I am studdering your name, missing
you to a North Carolina town
sunday comes, but brings no relief
I find that if iI close my eyes I
can see your silhouette, circled in blue
lonleness pounds my door, rings my bell
I wonder if it would not be better
if you found work closer to me
rather then pluck my heart, perpetuity
leaving bones of white nakedness
Very intense feelings expressed here. You put your soul into this one. Thank you for sharing. Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem Joe....I miss your words