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Where The Morning Glories Grow
In the daylight we can all see
the trails (mis)taken
where the snakes slithered
shed of their skin and withered
scared off the beauty
once scattered
where green grasses grew tall
come spring, come late fall
I'm beginning to notice
brushed up with the accoutrement
purple fig weed
mixed in with the dead
where did my morning glories go?
out past the meadow, so so far away
sun kissed alongside each petal
sprouting, unmitigated elegance
the fig weed left choking and the snake
exposed in light of day
the trails (mis)taken
where the snakes slithered
shed of their skin and withered
scared off the beauty
once scattered
where green grasses grew tall
come spring, come late fall
I'm beginning to notice
brushed up with the accoutrement
purple fig weed
mixed in with the dead
where did my morning glories go?
out past the meadow, so so far away
sun kissed alongside each petal
sprouting, unmitigated elegance
the fig weed left choking and the snake
exposed in light of day
Published 6th May 2019
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6th May 2019 4:42pm
Oh snap! Excellent, Tim. Literally and metaphorically!
At least the seeds survived the elements! That's the beauty of weeding and replanting!
At least the seeds survived the elements! That's the beauty of weeding and replanting!
6th May 2019 4:44pm
6th May 2019 5:12pm
6th May 2019 5:26pm
6th May 2019 5:12pm
Just another excuse to get outside and do some meditation zen Garden weeding, Brother
excellent metaphoric spill
excellent metaphoric spill
6th May 2019 5:27pm
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6th May 2019 9:30pm
Damn...gonna need to read this a few more times to capture the layers...at least some of them. But I'm determined!
6th May 2019 9:37pm
9th May 2019 4:15am
I really love the symbolism of this, the poem and the title, it has that subtle hint of meaning in the poem and the title made me think of 'Where the red fern grows' , a story about loss also..
Great work!
Great work!
