Wonderful poem! Strong, unique imagery, which is always something I love because I tend to be a very mentally visual person... and all hail Neruda and Cummings, love them both, tho to me, Cummings rules!
Funny, right as you were visiting I posted an episode in my serial piece that has a video post of an ee cummings piece I rendered as a musical improvisation many years ago. And now here you are mentioning ee cummings on your post! I love this poem, it gave me chills. Sad ending, but I love it all the same.
I love ee cummings and Neruda too. Why am I moved so much more by a sad poem like yours than one with a happy ending? I think some of the best love poetry is sad because beauty and love are both transient. The best love poetry taps into this. This is one of your finest poems. I was blown away by the imagery.
I notice a recurring theme in your verse of creation with the hand that attaches to the soul and spills throughout the universe and life forms - you do it very well --- thank you for reposting ---
What we carve with our hands, be it from paper, wax, wood, words, or the love we occasionally find, comes from the soul, not the mind. We may think it begins as a thought but it has a much deeper set of roots. That may be why 'sad' love poems call more strongly to the hearts of some of us than others.
Thank you for this carving and for your comments on my site. I look forward to returning here often.
Elizabeth
This is love and death. I love it.
S.L., I have missed you very much. I'm happy to be back. I love "gloomy" pieces, so don't worry about that! And you are the master when it comes to making a sad piece very beautiful. The hushed tones are awesome; the language is excellent.
The petals, the lilies out of scented candles and fragrant soaps...there are so many beautiful images here.
The last line almost knocked me out of my seat. The splinters of galaxies are in the "unmaking." I can't even begin to describe what that line did to me. Powerful...beautiful...amazing. I'm gushing again, so I'll shut up for now
It's so good to see you again.
Beautiful. Love the line 'petals had speeches..." Your poetry has a wonderful symmetry to it.
I was wondering if I might add you to my Thoughts blog list? Thanks for dropping by and commenting.)
Being a total waste when it comes to knowing much about poets or poetry, the only comment I can make about this is the feeling of desperate beauty that I get from reading it.
It makes all my efforts seem somehow trivial!
Bob, all hail indeed! 
I'm slightly (just slightly) partial to Neruda, but I'll happily root for the Cummings team, too. And for that (for you), I leave you with one of my favorite love poems by the innovative man himself:
2 little whos
by e.e. cummings
2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree
smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here
(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who
(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
Cat, thank you for your kind words. I've just been to your site. Ahh, the piece you refer to is "somewhere i have never traveled" -- a well-loved poem by Cummings, the first I've ever read among his works (really the culprit that made go bonkers over his poetry ).
Carole, for me, frankly, writing a love poem with a happy ending can (though not always) be a doubt-ridden experience. I say that because such poems have a tendency to sound as though they're ready to be imprinted/engraved on greeting cards and postcards. So the 'happy' poem, while I write it, will have to go through more filters than the usual that my sensibilities can heap at a poem of mine. (grin) I'd be more relaxed, methinks, and have more fun, having a crack at a tequila-slash-existentialist poem (like the two posted here last Nov. 22). 
By the way, your praise of this poem, "Handmade," is much appreciated. (I'm floored.)
Barbara, very perceptive of you to say so, dear.
Elizabeth, insightful words. Thank you for graciously taking the time to leave this comment, which I treasure. Be blessed.
Medicatedlady, and I love your straightforward way of telling it.
Julie, I could hug you till you yelp or scream. I've been worried to the roots of my hair. (big, crushing hug)
Okay, now that I can breathe... I'm ecstatic to know that you're okay and that your energetic vibe has not waned. (grin) Your feedback on this poem has made my day. (I'll go blush in private now.)
Sarah, feel free to do so. And thank you for mentioning symmetry.
C.J., 'hearing' you say "feeling of desperate beauty that I get" as regards any of my poems is enough to make me feel taller than my short self. Count on it. (I've missed you terribly -- you and floots and finnegan, with the light banter in comment threads; ahh, those months were the most fun times of my blogging life, I'd say.) Feels so good to have you come visit. I'm grateful, dear.
the rhythm here is so satisfying, love the parenthesis (just right!) in the last stanza.
I'm pleased I found your site. I appreciate your poetry.
Mary Sharpe
HUGH AND CAMELLIA
I really liked that. Re-read it a couple of times, drinking in the imagery. I love the way everything was handmade from unexpected materials - clouds from twigs, roses from a log. Heartbreaking, but beautiful.
SL, this is a visually stunning poem. I just came over here from Breathing Poetry, where your posting there reminded me what poetry is supposed to be. Breathtaking.
This poem is sad, yes, but something more is born out of it...the embodiment of the human spirit feeling rejection. Those splinters of the galaxy in the unmaking - almost a scary thought! You show us how frail we are in a moment.
Fascinating, as always.
brilliant...
Maggie, thanks!
Mary, much obliged.
Desert Rat, hullo there. Thank you for your generous words as regards the imagery and creativity.
Karen, I'm grateful for your compliments. Glad to hear you've enjoyed reading "Handmade" as well as my other poem posted @ Breathing Poetry.
K., "the embodiment..." Yes, I like how you put it. Cheers.
Shakir, it's been a while, dear. I hope you are doing well. Thank you for dropping by.
hi S.L.
i came back to read it again. one of your best (and your works are all good). beautiful images, and the last line is stunning.
this poem is not depressing, instead it shows the beauty and power of love (that's how i read this poem.)
This is one of my favorite poems that you have written. The beginning reminds me of a child, and how innocently you go into love--and then things change, rearrange and form into something new... The imagery is just stunning. At times the perspective of this poem would shift and change into something I did not expect. All I can say is..Wow!
Really beautiful images ... if I read it correctly, it blew my mind. If I misread it, then it just thrilled my thoughts with the imagery. Either way, I had to take it in more than a few times before I knew what to say. Thank you for posting.
stunning poem. Not one for poetry, but you make me want to reconsider
That is a beautiful love poem - that one about the roses carved out of a log. It is so beautifully orchestrated!
Great juxtaposition of textures and weights at the different steps of the relationship depicted. Nice usage of the natural imagery. I want another slice of this layered cake. Thanks for sharing.
Glad you visited my site, so that I could find yours!
I love this poem with its strong imagery. I feel it move within a tiny space I hold deep inside.
Why do "sad" love poems stir the heart more than "feel good" ones?
Does it say more about the author or the reader?
Thankies for this
Nina
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