Someday, My Heart

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenges you to also write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.

Since “loved and lost” is a frequent theme of poets, I’ll give this a whirl. I’m adding a twist, though: I’m doing it as an abecedarian poem.

And now, my love,
because I can (indeed I must)
carry on, casting off
desperation and dolor,
even if I still ache
for your arms, your voice.
Good things, they tell me,
have but transient lodging
in our lives,
juxtaposed with
kabooms of dreams and plans.
Love is for earth-time – this
merry-go-round of
nebulous bitter and sweet
on which I’ve flung myself.
(Perhaps dreaming overmuch?)
Quietly I begin
reconciling love to truth
swallowing the ache, I take comfort:
“Time heals all wounds.”
Useful – or useless? – platitude,
valerian haze with hopes of
waking in some
Xanadu, heart mended, and
you’ve drifted into that
zone where all is forgiven.

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