Sunday Mourning

Sunday Mourning

A Poem by Wallflower


You are my rainfall at dawn.

I lift these sheets
and you crawl in to tangle limbs.

Because when you're not here,
the thread counts the miles that mount
across an empty bed.

And when the Sun creeps in
I need your skin
to be there first;
to flood all the spots that the Sun cannot.
How else am i to keep warm?

You should be
binding
my body to its contours;
the line of yours
creates me.

You should be
Where you used to fit
so Perfectly.
Here,
in this bed
that can't bear to miss you -
in this heart
that you can spare
another
Sunday mourning. 





© 2013 Wallflower



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You have a unique way of writing. The play on words of the title is an accurate way of noting the vacancy of your heart and the sadness in a way that is clear by the end of the poem. Each stanza bears a line that stands out and is impressive. You are very good!

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wallflower

4 Years Ago

thank you for your review and compliment!
Relic

4 Years Ago

You're welcome.
I can feel the empty space in your poem. I love the line about the threads counting...that was a clever play on words.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wallflower

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much!
What an aching feel of the empty space one can leave in our lives... the longing to have them near to fill up the shadows with their light... There is a beautiful haunting in your words...

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wallflower

4 Years Ago

Thank you! silver lining, pain fuels poetry. Appreciate your words, friend.
An owl on the moon

4 Years Ago

Ah, yes... I know that feeling too well. :)
Sometimes a moment defines your life as the lingering taste of it stretches a lifetime. And sometimes a lifetime seems like a moment as time wraps its arms around you. A beautiful, exquisite and deeply poignant poem.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wallflower

4 Years Ago

thank you, friend. It has been a while - i hope all is well with you!
as our horizons stretch across the extended sheets, they mark the stages of our learning...there's a lot of this kind of thing in a long life

Posted 4 Years Ago


Wallflower

4 Years Ago

i hear ya Ed, some harder to learn than others. But always helps to bleed it out onto "paper" ... or.. read more

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