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.

[S. von Glaubitz]

I'm no poetry expert, but I enjoyed this--the idea of creating a little something for yourself, that no one else can touch, to bring comfort. Nice!

[Davidgeo]

If you can't comfort yourself what's the point of being yourself? I think that's why people don't look too deeply within themselves and kind of dwell on the surface; rely on an outside world and other people for comfort. There's nothing inherently wrong with either way I don't think. Either extreme has the potential to be very unhealthy.

[Davidgeo]

And thank you for taking the time to comment.

[Mya Q]

This was good stuff. Short but sweet, it almost feels here like your talking about the writing experience and what it means you. Did I get that right?

[Davidgeo]

Sure. Why not?

[Mya Q]

Yeah well I guess poetry is really what you make of it.

[Davidgeo]

thanks for reading though... I do appreciate it.

[Nessly]

This is beautiful. I love it.

[Davidgeo]

It is something made to be loved.

[Nessly]

Did you edit this?.. It seems different.

[Davidgeo]

I do not. You are different most likely.