When Mourning Dawns, an older poem of mine Options

[MissLuckyPenny]

When Mourning Dawns

All day your name has been against my mind
and hurt me like the too frail loveliness
of pear blooms in the rain.

All night my voice undefined
has swung from star to star
to call you back.

Tomorrow I will know that you can't come
and after that I won't know anything
but small hard shells against my bare feet
and sand upon my lips at dawn.





*Just trying to get back into the groove of posting my work and commenting on the work of others, figured this would be a good place to start.*

[MissLuckyPenny]

Thank you, Merlin and Lori, for the kind comments! This is one of my own personal favorite poems that I've written, mostly because it was written during one of those moments where the words just come, with no pushing, pulling or forcing, they just come as they are.

Thanks again. I hope to hang around here a little more often.