I wonder how you call my love for you –
probably collateral damage or,
if I’m lucky, you say you want it one day
for creative reclamation.
It has been about a bit, this love,
and torn apart, neglected, stored on ice,
and put in the attic for not being useful
but it is still around somewhere
if you want to do a bit of tinkering.
Still. Not for ever.
Maybe you can shape it in time
into a hopeful poem about resurrection
and other passion flowers to hold on to
when all is bleak and dry.
But then again you write fiction don’t you.
I wonder whether I shall live
to see my love reclaimed. Or even named.
And that you said you loved me:
it would be nice to see it
shining through the old parts of my rusty heart.
Comments on: "Creative reclamation" (8)
I adore this Ina! Superb!!!
Thank you Elaine! 🙂
Beautiful words xx
Thank you Peter xxx
Ik vind dit een heel mooi gedicht.
Geweldig wat jij kan uitdrukken met woorden. gr
Dank je! En gefeliciteerd! 🙂
Ina, like a bottle of wine … better for its age. How ye doin’?
Thank you Pete. Doing fine. 🙂 Hope you are well too.