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Love poem -- lost love returns as force to resurrect what broken and give sense of cohesion always lacking before


Imageby Damian Garside23 Jun 2014

callow -- as a
young man
I was the very definition

watching you breeze
through life
cutting Gordian knots as
if it were a job
for nail-clippers

Oh, good for
losses too

as other
knives and blades
and tiny scissors
set to work

cut my
strings, my heart
strings, apron strings;
the lot

and now
these strange new words
have breathed life
got the sap moving
the wood

finding new leaf
so rooted now
so free
to detach