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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What an awesome poem Christine
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Thank you. It took some work!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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This is an incredible love poem.
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Wow! I’m glad to hear it resonated with you.
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This is beautiful, Christine.
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Thanks very much, Dale. So my constant revisions weren’t in vain.
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They were not!
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Giving it a whirl was well worth the effort! Not a challenge I’d take up.
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Appreciate your encouraging words. I plied pencil and eraser all day, but am pleased. Not a challenge I’ll try often.
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