Saturday, March 26, 2011

homing

I leave the indentation of my head on your pillow,
and walk out of that door
you wake up to find me gone
but I am there in the folds of your skin,
stray hair on your shoulder.

"when my feet walk to the bamboo fields
you will find me there and get me home"

24 comments:

HyperCRYPTICal said...

One of your best I think!

Anna :o]

Tumblewords: said...

Sweet!

Kelly said...

It more than works. ;)

renkath said...

love it!

barbara said...

I really like this. There is a life between the lines.

flaubert said...

How pretty, Gautami.

Pamela

MorningAJ said...

"I am there in the folds of your skin"
Wonderful!

Adam said...

Very nice :)

Alice Audrey said...

I can't decide if it's a case of "I'll never wash this hand again" or "I need a shower." It's the hair on the shoulder thing.

hope said...

Heartwarming!

thingy said...

Indeed. Very nice, Gautami.

Cathy said...

Very good!

lime said...

how much we leave behind without thinking of it.

magiceye said...

wonderful!

G-Man said...

Gautami...
That was so Lovely.
Very Romantic 55 My Friend.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

Jeeves said...

Love this!!!I can visualize the entire poemb

Tilly Bud said...

This is my favourite of all I've read of your poems.

izzy said...

Great job! beautifully put.
I am still pretty good at leaving.
most of the time my partner comes and joins me, eventually...we often walk home together. Thanks!

nan said...

enigmatic. it has me wondering . . . Nice work.

Mona said...

That is indeed a very nice poem! I love the title too :)

tasmith1122 said...

Very nice, haunting and comforting.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Tender and romantic. I like it.

Jeanne Aguilar said...

Yes, I agree...it's a bit enigmatic...could be read two ways...I enjoyed this!

joanny said...

This was truly beautiful. Love the feeling of the lingering essence one carries around with them all day.

Adore the bamboo quote.

joanny