7 Past Sunrise Poem by Joe Howell

7 Past Sunrise

Rating: 2.2


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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amberlee Carter 08 December 2011

I love this poem Joe....I miss your words

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Sandra Fowler 11 November 2006

Very intense feelings expressed here. You put your soul into this one. Thank you for sharing. Kindest regards, Sandra

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