Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
Meeting Point ~ Louis MacNeice
I'm picking though paired bookshelves titles skimmed, the odd glance further in surprised to find a few crimped petals there rose pink still with colour, the crushed calyx fired off its miniature charges as they dried - there's no recall for this act of preservation nor had I had thought such romance ever crossed my heart I'm picturing the person you once were, half husband half Arthurian knight, a time-worn troubadour making music such primal passion and I not far behind, chasing harmonies songs that you crooned in tenor, sweet words spoken some addressed to flyleaf - one that marks the gift of poetry a tight, thin book of love lines, and the one of your own making written that October when we began and time was on our side I'm rifling through a keg of keepsakes in the small treasure chest, gems precious as memories and tokens for the everyday bought full of thought, and now I remember all the perishables that came home with you - tasty titbits a leaf that spelled loveliness or needed a name more often of late a pick of sweet pink buttonholes sampled from a little rambler, somewhat wormholed and forlorn potted to adorn a Bloomsbury mansion house front door
With another of my poems dedicated to Martin, am joining with others in the Poetry Pantry
PoetryPix 
Such wonderful memories. He sounds so gallant, and thoughtful, always bringing you small treats. I love the book of love lines, written “when we began and time was on our side.” How you must miss him!
all the little things are missed the most Sherry- finding those petals the other day brought forth this poem!
Endearing and beautifully written.
thank you Vicki – tried to write honestly without being mawkish
no mawk in sight, just heart
Words aren’t enough to describe how beautifully poignant this poem is in its portrayal of love, loss, memories and longing. My prayers are with you, Laura.💐💐
counting losses but counting blesssings too – many thanks Sanaa for your thoughfulness
Just wonderful. As was said above, it’s so poignant, and I think also wise.
I like your reference to wisdom – am following the Bard’s advice: ““The grief that does not speak whispers the o’er fraught heart and bids it break” – Macbeth
Rifling through those keepsakes is so very hard. Your poem gives us a glimpse of just what it is like. It is the little things sometime that are the most important. I am doing something similar with now – looking through my (long) deceased mother’s treasures. Each one gives me a pause and a memory floats back.
oh yes – those pauses making space for the past to flood in
Sweet memories. Well written.
I appreciate your appreciation of the writing – thank you
A beautiful poem – for a man clearly well-deserving of it – and memories to treasure.
he brought so much and left much to recall –
“chasing harmonies”..This is so important for the sweetest relationship that one is blessed to have. Can’t imagine the vacuum of such loss. Thank god for the memories, & the “leaf that spelled loveliness “. Beautiful.
glad you picked up on that line Sumana – simple pleasures were the stuff of our harmony – and yes as you will know, the vacuum is great