My good friend John
The gardener one
He boasts of his wisteria.
He calls me once,
Then twice, then thrice
He’s this close to hysteria.
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“It’s blooming soon!
Come see, come see
The buds are getting fatter!”
John keeps this up
All summer long
A never-ending natter.
~~
The problem is
John’s vine does bloom
And mine again is ‘fallow’
(It’s come to this
I find new words
For grief that I must swallow.)
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John’s vine doth bloom
John’s vine doth bloom
Three times in every season
“Come see, come see,”
John says to me
Happy beyond all reason.
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So off I go
Convinced he’s wrong
For now it is hot weather.
But Lo! John’s right
The vine doth bloom
I’m fuming altogether.
~~
It makes no sense
That it should bloom
While mine produces nothing
But healthy hue
And leaves of green
It turns my mind…
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Cynthia Reyes 
Love you garden, especially Wisterias!
Lovely poem & lovely blooms! Your flowers are just waiting to burst forth!!
Ya think?
Lovely!
I know exactly how you feel.
Perfect match, Cynthia. I love wisteria!
I can so relate to this. Mine only blooms and then very sparsely once in a blue moon or less. And I love wisteria! Then there’s a place close to my house where theirs blooms profusely year after year after year! Love, N 🙂 ❤
Wisteria Envy – now that’s a new one! 🙂
I loved your poem and I can so relate to that. And I also enjoy looking at that gorgeous vine in other people’s gardens.
Thank you.
Pity poor Cynthia. Sorry. I bow my head, and pass on quietly – exit stage left. Maybe next year? D
I don’t know, David. That expression of sorrow sounds awfully stagey and not 100% genuine.
Thanks for the laugh….
What a great poem, your frustration was beautifully captured!!
Thanks so much to you!