Sunday, August 17, 2008

strange it may seem to some

me, only with myself
nothing else.
not quite, a tiny glimpse of you
in my minds eye, I cease being
what I truly am. I become a part of you;
strange it may seem, without you being
here by my side. my palms open to
span your chest, finding nothing,
yet my nostrils pick up your scent.

"for me, your very thought is homecoming"

29 comments:

Whitesnake said...

Simply brilliant........as always

Geraldine said...

Oh this is lovely! I especially like the last line. Well done Gautami.

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Jim said...

I like it! I have been there.
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Edward S Gault said...

Sometimes the people we love are more home than an actual place.
Great insight. Thank you for sharing this.

Ghost Particle said...

in a way, this is exactly how I feel right now. Someone is so close to the heart, yet so far away. I dont know if my life will make sense later on when I come to a point of making decisions, but the persistent memory deceives me everyday to still love and not let go. I just wish the others feel the same way, let it be even to support you in the face of others who are just there to provide distraction.

Lahari Chatterji said...

This is something many will be able to identify with and you have brought it out really well.

barbs.haiku said...

This is brilliant! My dear grandmother's have both been gone well over 20 years, but I often will recall a fond moment and the sounds and smells flood back. They live within my heart.

SandyCarlson said...

I've been there. There's nothing harder than reaching out and touching an empty space. It is good to consider how there really is no space between where one life ends and another begins.

the teach said...

gautami, a lovely sad poem. A perfect one single impression. :)

Deborah Godin said...

I always love what you do, and this one is no exception - deeply beautiful.

mspennylane said...

Such a simple yet emotional poem.

Art and Poetry said...

It is very nice and sounds true poetry should be true.

Bye!

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

What simple love here... I'm envious.

Bobbi said...

Nice, but sad!:(

Lenore said...

Very beautiful

me ann my camera said...

Isn't it so totally amazing how a scent, a sound, a memory can carry you to a place within your heart which transcends miles and miles of aloneness. Your words are consoling.

Greyscale Territory said...

How sensitive, moving and romantic! Loved the mood and the imagination giving the soul a home with just a thought!

Raven said...

Lovely poem. That last line is one of those magic lines that is poetry itself. I'm not participating this week but I thought I'd pop around and see what others were up to anyway. Lovely poem.

Pearl said...

nice ending. presence is a feeling isn't it. I remember it sweeping over me way back and saying automatically I love you to a him not there. mom was startled.

gardenpath said...

Not strange at all. We don't have to be together to feel the connection. Good poem.

one more believer said...

g, so glad you decided to keep writing... there is something so heart warming and complete... reaching out and touching another... is there anything else so pure and trusting..

Pam said...

I really like the lines, 'without you being here by my side. my palms open. . ." There is such an expansiveness of emotion in this poem. Beautiful.

tumblewords said...

So intuitive! Lovely!

scatterhaiku said...

lovely. :) i like the last line. where notwithstanding the distance, that person's scent still seems to linger.

Patois said...

Gautami, that is a wonderful poem. I adore the build-up to a spectacular closing.

qualcosa di bello said...

that last line is just awesome! this reminds me of how i feel about my husband...

teric said...

Each line is a treasure of love.

Sara said...

This poem will be linked to tommorow at PWB. Thanks for being a member.

Brian said...

Thanks. loved it.