[ NaPo 2018 ] Perennial

          
Good things come to those who wait          
              
I wholeheartedly believe this to be true              
now --- not so much back then when          
the only thing that grew in my yard was              
impatience              
             
which somewhat explains why crossing          
paths with you had taken so long    
     
---we were not of the same vibration             
             
And then we suddenly were --- Us    
being writers having herded ourselves    
thought-fully into intro-verted      
figure eight shaped fencing erected    
from hurt-in-the-head notions    
requiring many a heart-space break              
             
connected through hectic fibre optic        
knotholes for our own reasons, each  
at home on an eclectic acreage of  
aches and pains              
             
We became poets in sowing seasons              
planting stanzas in perfect tandem              
far from the happened-stance random              
--- a singular poem seeded and tended  
in a Venn Diagrammed secret garden              
easement  
             
---our private oasis in the 'Verse;    
a terra firma foundation terse      
upon which a Universe Home    
could eventually be built              
             
Feeling my frosted heart harden    
I gather up your in blooms
while I can knowing only wilt              
and growing fear that I shall return              
here every year alone --- Solitude's    
parcel of mind finally manifested    
after you are gone---

"Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all"   
           
---for loneliness, even in the most
crowded of rooms is my lot in this life            
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
           
previous version            
           
           
Perennial            
             
Good things              
come to those who wait;              
I wholeheartedly              
believe this to be true              
             
now              
             
not so much back then              
             
when              
             
only thing that grew              
in my landscaped yard was              
impatience              
             
which somewhat explains              
why crossing paths with you              
has taken this long;              
             
Us being writers who              
herded and penned selves              
thoughtfully into intro-verted              
figure eight shaped fence              
erected from hurt-in-the-head              
notions and heart breaks              
             
coming so close to one              
another, time and again              
             
until We came together              
connected through hectic              
fibre optic networks of vacant              
knot;              
             
You in your eclectic              
acreage of aches and reasons              
             
I in my strange              
range of reasons and pains;              
             
poets in sowing seasons              
planting stanzas in perfect tandem              
far from happened-stance random              
rhyme              
             
seeding a singular poem              
tending hopes and dreams              
in a secret fantasy garden              
             
Our private oasis in the vast              
Verse              
             
terra firma foundation terse              
upon which a Universe Home              
could eventually be built              
             
Feeling frosted Heart harden              
I gather in the blooms              
knowing only the wilt              
and growing fear              
             
that I shall return              
here every year              
alone              
             
Solitude's              
parcel of mind              
finally manifested after              
             
you are gone              
             
for loneliness              
even in the most              
crowded of rooms              
has always been my              
lot