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.*

[4rum]

MissLuckyPenny;
(love that name)

There was a pear orchard on the farm where I grew up. I remember the dainty petals knocked to the ground by summer rains. A personal word choice for me (unless it throws off your meter) would be blossoms in the place of blooms. It's just me, but I equate bloom with the act of blooming and blossom with the flower. I know it's used both ways, and please don't let me detract from your lovely poem. A little melancholy, but very well written.

Sam