Winterberry

.is what I make.

When I don't have anything

I make things to exist beyond

All the beautiful things

That make you weep

I keep them close

What we loved over

I call it winterberry

What I keep for ever

What you cannot take away

Not from me

No not never

When I don't have any reason

not to wait for u

I think of Winterberry

and here am i 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Winterberry .. what a wonderful word, for your own personal treasured world. ( when you have nothing at all to remember well!) You portray the feeling of having everything taken away, simply but really effectively. Your poem ends on 'i'. Very significant, keep that 'i' filled with 'winterberry'!

[Davidgeo]

I'm glad you appreciated the ending. Thanks.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Those possessions of the heart. No one can take them, from us and they always find us.
Beautiful words.

[KWP]

just read this again - love it even more - where was your headspace when you write this - go back there - pinpoint the destination - send me the map :D XX

[Davidgeo]

It's the weeds. I stopped smoking weed a couple months ago... now I don't have the patience to write anything worthwhile. Smoke weed, it makes for a more interesting writer.

[Indra's Child]

This is interesting- "What we loved over," -the commonalities over certain things now form a kind of reaffirming object in the mind, something that gives a sense of love or reassurance in times of need.
Maybe?
That was my take on it. I think everyone has a kind of Winterberry, in that case.

[sette]

it is a beautiful poem it explores the depth of loving someone.

[Davidgeo]

That poem has nothing to do with anyone beyond the self. It's mostly about the capacity to love from within. Your middle name's "Rudolph"... right?

[sette]

so true but my middle name is not rudolph

[Davidgeo]

Fair enough. Carmen.

[H L Rose]

I seriously can relate to this so much. I’m not sure whether the ideas I contrive from it are intentional, but I connect to it either way.

Creating something in places where there is nothing. A something that is in your mind, so it feels personal and precious, and nothing can take it away. That something lets you “wait” without minding the “wait”.

Not to mention the name makes it personal which I like.

I enjoyed the idea I was able to derive from your poem.

[Davidgeo]

I've never been a fan of the whole "there's that one person for everyone" mantra.

I've loved different women and different women have loved me... in different ways we still remain soulmates.

I believe love comes from within, it is something shared and not something to be lost... we keep it with us if only in hibernation. It is impossible to be truly lost unless your truly frigid. Kinda like how absolute zero as a temperature is an impossibility in our reality.

[H L Rose]

For sure no cap can be put on love. I agree with you that an out pouring of love comes from within and is shared. It comes from ones motivation, and is made whole in ones actions. It’s loss is found when it’s rejected. We first learn to love from being filled up from an outside source, but how can we be filled if we reject it?

The true nature of love cannot be contained, and is shared among many for sure, but I would say it’s nature is not wrapped solely in a romantic kind.

[Davidgeo]

Romance is merely a byproduct of evolution. That should be on a valentine's day card.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful and that’s the best place to be where you are and nothing can distract you from goodness and self worth🌹

[Davidgeo]

A person couldn't possibly love anyone else properly before they properly learned to love themselves.

[Saumya]

Winterberries are indeed sweet things to have beside us always! *smile*

Time may change, people may leave but the winterberries will never do so, and that's what adds much to their beauty :)

Loved the title of your poem, and how you wrapped it all into the sweet belongings that nobody can take us away from us.the reason to smile fir all good that happened once, and may not happen again.

I loved the 3rd and 4th line of the first stanza, it is both thoughtful and deep.
:
" All the beautiful things
That make you weep
I keep them close
What we loved over "

Very beautiful, and a powerful piece :)
Well done!

-Saumya

[Ana B.]

This has a melancholic note, even romantic, well resigned romantic, sort of. A fitting title - the things we make up exist no matter the seasons or people. Love it.
I would've chosen a Radiohead song, maybe '' True love waits'', but yours is a nice one though.

[Davidgeo]

I wrote this some time ago, I think it was supposed to be romantic back then. I don't see it that way so much now.

[Davidgeo]

I think you might be right about the song.

[Ana B.]

The words of the Radiohead song are the opposite of what's going on in your poem though. But it still fits... My second choice would be Muse ''Space dementia'', but i think it might be a tad dramatic...

[Joey Nizz]

This was a good read, I enjoyed reading it, thanks for sharing ^^