Once in Awhile

 

 

 

Once in awhile

her smile

creeps on my face

and I remember

traces

of magnolia

from the scenter of the breakfast table

in a crystal vase

there for me

to drink orange juice,

no pulp,

and crunch down a darkened piece of wheat toast,

lightly buttered.

 

Once in awhile

I’m reminded

what a fool is,

yet still,

I smile.

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10 Comments

  1. March 20, 2012 at 7:49 pm

    Simply elegant and oh so lovely 🙂

  2. Yousei Hime said,

    March 20, 2012 at 9:23 pm

    What Neva said, seconded. I held my breath to read it and sighed with the ending.

  3. C Rose said,

    March 20, 2012 at 9:46 pm

    lovely write, nice play with “scenter” ~ Rose

  4. March 20, 2012 at 9:48 pm

    Such a good example of how we record memories through the small details fed to us by our sense…especially the sense of smell. Nice.

  5. brian miller said,

    March 20, 2012 at 10:19 pm

    nice…love the little textures in this…the scent of the flowers (perhaps reminiscent of her perfume…her smile on your face…and the fool…perhaps the one you let get away…

  6. irene said,

    March 21, 2012 at 6:07 am

    Sweetly written!

  7. claudia said,

    March 21, 2012 at 12:55 pm

    the traces of magnolia esp. touched me cause it’s their time…like it was her time…sensitively written..

  8. Beth Winter said,

    March 21, 2012 at 4:13 pm

    Gorgeous. I would say that you have defined bittersweet beautifully.

  9. March 21, 2012 at 5:33 pm

    Very nice capture of the magnolia memory ….nostalgia and a bit of regret maybe ….Nice to meet you ~

  10. Chazinator said,

    March 21, 2012 at 6:19 pm

    There are those special moments that bring us close to our beloved like no other. Then the scents, the thoughts, the aura of the time engulf is. Your poem is rich in all of these, bringing to us that special time.


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