Like a rose without water I will age
deep vermillion and scentless.
Your love I will keep like white envelopes from the past
unopened
under my sandal-scented bed.
It is not memories that the mention of your name reminds.
But a whole universe
that I sometimes see when I sit and watch
snow melt outside my window.
Two drops of jasmine oil
and two words later
I remind myself this is only a poem
and you distant, like a faraway place I want to visit.
And say goodbye once again.
deep vermillion and scentless.
Your love I will keep like white envelopes from the past
unopened
under my sandal-scented bed.
It is not memories that the mention of your name reminds.
But a whole universe
that I sometimes see when I sit and watch
snow melt outside my window.
Two drops of jasmine oil
and two words later
I remind myself this is only a poem
and you distant, like a faraway place I want to visit.
And say goodbye once again.
Comments
thanks for reading. what I meant by not *capturing* is that it does not try to implant a meaning on the minds of the reader. However as you say, that is quite inevitable. The meaning lies between and beyond the words, as if it were a painting that looks different when you look at it. In that sense this one is different from a few of my previous poems (on poverty, changing times and recession).
Thanks for reading !
unopened
under my sandal-scented bed".
The thought occured to me that you can not keep anybody's love as love i feel is always virgin, new , dangerous. Maybe we understand the word differently.
But let me get back to those lines where I say that - "Like white envelopes from the past" and "Unopened" and "Under my sandal-scented bed". These words emphasize that the love that one keeps is the one they are scared to confront, at the same time afraid to give away completely. "Under the sandal-scented bed" is where they stay.
Also, love can be many types and here I had in mind a particular kind where I lost the person because of something we couldn't control - there was sacrifice. And when there is sacrifice, the aftermath is different from like say, where you break up after a fight.
It's nostalgic.
This is a very beautiful poem, but why the pessimissm? "Like a rose without water I will age..."?
This poem seems to depict the feelings of a healed, or a healing wound, rather than a raw one. I don't see flesh and blood here. There's no raw pain, but a scar, that lingering sweet pain when you press on the scar, but don't know where the pain is coming from. The kind of pain you enjoy, so you feel like pressing on the
scar again and again...
The expression of feelings is great. But why the pessimissm? Life is sweet. If anything, the "healed pain" of the wound caused by love will only make life sweeter, more meaningful and the rose more beatiful. And it's not worth to make a beautiful rose age without water... when there is water in the world...
Just my thoughts...
Great poem!
I do not think there is pessimism in this poem. There is a sense of loss, yes. There are a few analogies that may seem endless and fatal, but in poetry, we say what we feel at the moment. Especially in poems about lost love.
Well there is a poet in me and this is how she expresses. But the poet in me is not the only me in me.
Happenstance that I bumped into your blog.
I'll read a few more when I find time.
Ta.
You have come a long way Proma, compared to the ones I had seen a couple of years back. Two drops of Jasmine Oil... can smell and feel them!
This is great:) Keep the poetry flowing, and email me each one that you write. Good work, my friend!
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