|
Scents
by Karl WaldbauerScents Youre Gone
I couldnt sleep last night,
at home in my bed.
I wanted to wish you a good night
and later
hear you eat yogurt in the dark,
then sleep
until I wake and get us coffee.
Youre gone
so I slept in your bed,
smelled you in the pillows,
felt warm
surrounded by your scent.
Im home now
yet Im not really home
since my pillow smells only like me.
11/02/2004 Posted on 11/03/2004
Copyright © 2024 Karl Waldbauer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/04/04 at 04:23 PM beautiful, simply beautiful. funny, how we strive to be stars, to be brilliant and witty and unique, but happiness boils down to these tiny, precious moments -- you're good at writing them, karl, and you're even better at living them. |
| Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 11/06/04 at 08:13 AM wonderfully stated ... as you know my world is complex ... i look to those scents for clarity. When my husband leaves for work in the morning,I use his towel after my shower. In hopes that his scent,will wake my senses. Allowing my world to make sense. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/06/04 at 08:36 PM mmm, very nice :) |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 11/07/04 at 02:35 AM Great title. The expressed yearning is superb. Excellent read. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/09/04 at 04:10 AM Scent is that sense most closely associated with memory... beautiful application of an emotion in verse. Brilliant word choice that really makes an impact on the reader. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/11/04 at 02:05 AM you do real life the best... excellent piece, karl... blessings... |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/11/04 at 05:30 AM Very well done Karl...Charlie |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/13/04 at 03:32 PM congrats on POTD, Karl!!! love from up north, PK |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 11/13/04 at 08:22 PM Excellent POTD.....well done...well deserved |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 03/08/06 at 05:05 AM Karl, I came passing through your library and found this gem. I remembered the times I wore my husband's shirt or one of my son's shirts because it smelled like them. I remembered going back home for a visit, and the bedsheets smelling the way they always had. So many extraordinary memories turn up in smells. You know, sometimes I even smell my grandmother's lilac perfume (she's long deceased) and tell myself that such a beautiful whiff of her was meant to be. Thank you for sharing this true gift of a poem. |
|
