Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Though blind


She hates how wildflowers

will not open in winter,
how birds and leaves drift
past the house like strangers
on a long walk.
Though blind, sometimes
her hands flutter at the door
but the lock is screwed tight.
No speck of dust, no fleck
of memory splays forth
to recollect the pristine joy
of having loved, once.
The wings of grief linger
in the silent box of her heart
while outside,
in the reverential sadness

of the night, bats swoop
and flap
past her shuttered,
inscrutable house.

© 2005 Christine Klocek-Lim

10 comments:

Nick Zegarac said...

A very dormant, lonely piece - so throbbing with a loss of, and longing for, tender that it nearly breaks the heart in two.

Eric said...

wow, haunting, lonely.

'though blind, sometimes her hands flutter at the door but the lock is screwed tight.' . . . just awesome.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Nick and Eric, thanks for reading and picking up the loneliness of the poem. I'm pleased it spoke to you.

camera shy said...

wonderful
wonderful
photograph

"in the reverential sadness
of the night, bats swoop and flap,
though blind, past her shuttered,
inscrutable house."

love this part

you didnt even have to say they are blind
its understood

very powerful image

its_baxter said...

i like this a lot, a lot. such descriptive words. i love:

"the wings of grief linger
in the silent box of her heart"

well, i like it all, really.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

camera,
Thanks for stopping by and for your kind words. "you didnt even have to say they are blind
its understood" Very good suggestion! I'll be changing that line. Thanks.

Ruthanne,
Thank you. I'm pleased the image and poem worked for you.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very well done!

Pat Paulk said...

"...how birds and leaves drift
past the house like strangers
on a long walk." This is the line that really works for me! I read not only the loss but age in this too. Love the two doors!

Denis said...

Excellent poem and a very fine photograph that resonates with it. I think haiga is coming to western poetry!

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Andrew, thanks!

Pat, thanks for reading. I had age in mind, also, when I wrote this so I'm very pleased that came through the poem to you. :-)

Denis, I know very little about haiga, but I know a compliment when I see one. Thank you. Now I'm off to read up on haiga . . .