Love is gathered
over years
deliberately
from unlikely places
bushes on the side of the road
cobwebs in the corner
underneath the car seat
from the pocket of an old coat
Love is the cry of a child
a bark of the dog
giggles in bed
sharp words
hammering nails
folding laundry
baking cookies
paying bills
Love is gathered
kneaded
braided
woven
slapped
crushed
stripped
tossed aside
rediscovered
soothed
glued together
held in wonder
Love is gathered
a mosaic of shards
stretched through decades
shimmering in the moonlight
2 comments:
YES!!! Thanks for sharing these poetic images of truth dear Jim. Love you, Susan
Hi Jim; Hey, when is the Poet of Ipswich going to publish? I love this poem, its crisp and edgy images, yet about love. Wonderful. Roger
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