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> When Mourning Dawns, an older poem of mine
MissLuckyPenny
post Nov 22 07, 18:13
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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.*


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post Nov 25 07, 14:33
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This was a nice read. Only a couple of pics. The first two lines of both the first and the last stanzas seem just a tad too wordy. But, I am a minimalist at heart. I love the line about the shells against your bare feet. Thank you for sharing.
 
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