April 15, Napowrimo 2026. Taking inspiration from K. Siva Reddy’s poem, “A Love Song Between Two Generations,” today, we we’re asked to write our own poem that muses on love, but isn’t a traditional love poem in the sense of expressing love between romantic partners.
Love? Love is for life. Love is travelling alone for 6,000 miles over six weeks, beating exhaustion and constant threats of death to be with the one you have not seen for seven months; in the hope that she will meet you there.
He sits quietly, displaying the patience of a thin ice sign in summer.
He can wait. He WILL wait. It’s never too late.
From his vantage point atop the paint blistered blue barn door, he breathes in the view.
It is green. It is SO green. A green that must be seen.
Through miles of days of clouds and rain and blistering sun he came for her.
Just for she. Only EVER she. Love flies unquestioningly.
As each day passes, the sun’s persistence grows, reminding him that it won’t last.
His heart holds hope. ALWAYS hope. High flying avian philanthrope.
Above the cool of the courtyard where potted daffodils giggle, along the reed-edged banks of the rambling river, a dancefloor on which Mayflies wriggle, the air is still, still undisturbed by her voice.
He heaves no sigh. He leaves NO sigh. Love lives in his eyes.
With the tenderest mosslike of touches, he has prepared their bed with delicate breast-plucked brushes.
And then the rain. Always MORE rain. But she will come again.
A golden soundwave kisses his ear, a tiny spark of sound that ignites his soul into a giddy, crackling fire.
She is here! She is ALWAYS here. Love lives without fear.
Missives & Musings 
On a wing and a prayer.
And devotion.
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