Thursday, April 13, 2006

Fragile


I know these leaves
are not fragile,
but I’m alone
as I brush past them:
garbage in hand,
clear sky above
sharp with dawn.
The house is empty—
no socks on the floor,
no strands of hair in the tub,
just a few shreds
of cardboard from packing
and the fragile, faint
petal-soft
scent
of your missing soap.

© 2002 Christine Klocek-Lim

16 comments:

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Sorry it's been so long since I posted and commented! My internet connection has been very unstable but seems to be all better now. :-)

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I really love this poem! the photo is beautiful, too.

Poetry by Kai said...

beautiful poetry.
& great photos...

Pat Paulk said...

"...petal-soft scent of your missing soap" great ending!!! No socks, no strands, no you, great poem!!!

Nick Zegarac said...

What a poignant, tender and heartfelt piece of searching for significance in an otherwise forgotten recess of the human heart.

Eric said...

wow. i try to pick out a favorite fragment but the whole thing just builds on itself into a cohesive mood with a powerful ending.

Aurora said...

Beautifully done.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Thanks for reading and checking in, everyone. I'm really pleased you liked this one so much. :-)

Paula said...

Delicate, touching and without sentimentality. Very good poem and very nice picture.
Happy Easter.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Paula, thank you very much. I hope you had a lovely holiday, as well. And good luck with the NaPoWriMo challenge! I didn't even think to try until April was half over--maybe next year.

Soulless said...

This piece can so easily strike, no, more like brush against, a core. Like a gentle peek, a somewhat lingering glance, at something unspoken. An exquisite poem, one that, to me, seems to relate to a previous one here entitled "Though Blind." Both are indeed beautiful pieces. ^_^ I'm glad to have come across your poetry. I'll be dropping by again for more. ^_^ Be well.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

soulless, thank you for stopping by and for your uncommonly kind comments. I'm very pleased that these two poems spoke to you and that you received some enjoyement from them. :-)

Janet said...

Ahhhh, lovely. I love the contrast between the leaves and the fragile scent of soap (and the fragile narrator). Such good, "real" details throughout, such as garbage in hand and no socks on the floor.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Janet, forgive me for thanking you so late. I'm so pleased you liked this poem. :-)

ardi k said...

This is a great ride. I love it.

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Ardi, thanks. I'm glad you liked it.