Poem M
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:52 am
Poem M:
Reconstructing Love
Hidden in the dark confines
of that secret sanctum
those old love letters
are slowly degenerating
into a sad state of
tattered dilapidation
just like our love did
those many years ago
much unfolding
and refolding
has rendered them
into torn little squares
remnants of an experience
ritualistically folded away
then resurrected sporadically
to indulge that yearning
for what once was
for what might have been
carefully stowed
in this private museum
of personal history
they are retrieved
and pored over
on my nostalgic journeys
down the corridors of time
where certain memories
that stubbornly defy
time and circumstance
exhibit themselves
the now fragile folds
of these scraps of history
are bolstered by
sticky tape repair jobs
which only highlight
the flawed attempts
to cohere that
which has fallen apart
revisiting these letters
in moments of unbridled sentiment
or perhaps doubt and regret
exposes exquisitely beautiful words
infused with great feeling
that once danced lightly
off the page
into my open heart
they also uncover
carefully weighted
words of misgiving
that trod heavily
throughout my anxious mind
then later devastating ones
that mercilessly trampled
throughout my whole being
those delicate decomposing pages
with their forever potent words
will eternally illuminate
all there is to know
about the permanent scar tissue
in this still open heart of mine
Reconstructing Love
Hidden in the dark confines
of that secret sanctum
those old love letters
are slowly degenerating
into a sad state of
tattered dilapidation
just like our love did
those many years ago
much unfolding
and refolding
has rendered them
into torn little squares
remnants of an experience
ritualistically folded away
then resurrected sporadically
to indulge that yearning
for what once was
for what might have been
carefully stowed
in this private museum
of personal history
they are retrieved
and pored over
on my nostalgic journeys
down the corridors of time
where certain memories
that stubbornly defy
time and circumstance
exhibit themselves
the now fragile folds
of these scraps of history
are bolstered by
sticky tape repair jobs
which only highlight
the flawed attempts
to cohere that
which has fallen apart
revisiting these letters
in moments of unbridled sentiment
or perhaps doubt and regret
exposes exquisitely beautiful words
infused with great feeling
that once danced lightly
off the page
into my open heart
they also uncover
carefully weighted
words of misgiving
that trod heavily
throughout my anxious mind
then later devastating ones
that mercilessly trampled
throughout my whole being
those delicate decomposing pages
with their forever potent words
will eternally illuminate
all there is to know
about the permanent scar tissue
in this still open heart of mine