Poem Hunter
7 Past Sunrise
JH (05-30-1950 / Tennessee)

7 Past Sunrise

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

User Rating: 2,2 / 5 ( 3 votes ) 2

Other poems of HOWELL (62)

Comments (2)

I love this poem Joe....I miss your words
Very intense feelings expressed here. You put your soul into this one. Thank you for sharing. Kindest regards, Sandra