Joe Howell

Rookie (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

7 Past Sunrise

Poem by Joe Howell

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 about 7 Past Sunrise by Joe Howell

  • Amberlee Carter (12/8/2011 3:33:00 PM)

    I love this poem Joe....I miss your words(Report)Reply

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  • Sandra Fowler (11/11/2006 3:22:00 PM)

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

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 10, 2005