Here lingers the time
softened scent of you;
flowers of fury and fire,
it smarts in memory,
but not the eye.
And how this heart howls.
In the echo of your footsteps,
passing beyond a door
to which I held the key,
there is half heard whisper,
an exclamation mark,
a moment's clarity, of purpose,
belated,
making itself known.

Comments
Ewan | June 17, 2009 - 06:56
you need the apostrophe in'a moment's clarity'
Liked the alliterative flowers etc.
Second stanza struck some chord I can't quite explain.
lenchenelf | June 17, 2009 - 08:29
Thanks Ewan, appreciate your comment :-) atb lena
Nathan Bednarek | June 17, 2009 - 09:40
Lovely poem. The tone and language of the poem make it sound almost like a little spell ;-)
Well done.
Nathan.
lenchenelf | June 17, 2009 - 10:14
Thanks for your charming sense of the piece Nathan :-) no spell, don't know any, do they work? Just a late night musing..too much coffee :-)atb Lena
chuck | June 17, 2009 - 13:20
Nice one Lena. I too felt something familiar...I know those moments of belated clarity.
lenchenelf | June 17, 2009 - 16:01
Thanks Chuck, just kicking over some owl droppings again ;-)atb Lena
jennifer | June 17, 2009 - 19:09
I agree with Ewan regarding the apostrophe...
otherwise, a stunning little poem!
J x
lenchenelf | June 17, 2009 - 23:53
Thanks Jen. appreciated atb Lena
Curse of 222 | June 18, 2009 - 00:06
"Here lingers the time
softened scent of you"
i really like these lines...the use of different "textures" works well...time(scope), softened(touch), and scent(smell)...does that make any sense? if it does, great; if it doesn't, well, i enjoyed the poem.
good work.
jason
lenchenelf | June 18, 2009 - 14:26
Thank you Jason, :-) atb Lena
sunshine | June 18, 2009 - 17:22
how the heart howls ......lovely little poem. Margot
anipani | June 18, 2009 - 17:59
I adored the sound of this, and athte shape of the poem, and the words, they are like a song, 'how the heart howls' and I don't understand how I can love it so much and not understand it. My mind is in abrain fog at the moment, I can't think straight, I may be missing hte meaning , but I love the feel of it.
lenchenelf | June 18, 2009 - 22:40
Thanks Sunshine & anipani, very flattered :-) atb Lena
Cavalcaderl | June 19, 2009 - 15:30
new lenchenelf I love line= In the echo of your foosteps, passing beyond the door to which I held the key= key to many things? see worth Cherry yes julie.
lenchenelf | July 2, 2009 - 08:57
Thank you Julie, you are very kind atb Lena