I sensed a dimmy wail from a din
In the whizzing breeze cool on my chin,
I looked in search down to the yard
Where a vine of Morning Glory quivered.
Filled with buds of electric blue,
The vine was decked with snowy dew,
The petals wrinkled, holding tight
Someone inside lowing slight.
Who? I wondered in my woe
Tried to find out waiting low.
Fight inside the buds, I heared
For the star, with a piece of sky.
(That had hidden in it's heart
With the tiny star before so long.)
The clutches loosened slowly bright,
The star was stuck so hard and tight,
The piece of glory absconded quick,
The Morning Glory triumphantly smiled.
Thousand flowers bloomed out, blue
With the stars in stretched out limbs of green.
The heart where the sky and star hid so long
Became snowy white with dazzling song.
These flowers seem to have borrowed the cerulean blue of the sky and they are star shaped! Your comparison is so apt! A lovely poem with a lovely image to accompany it! A sure 10
good poetry blooming glory now do read my moms story MOM'S SMILES Advance thanks
the space inside the buds is enough to bloom out silently, , , , , , , , , the petals wrinkled not because of holding tight but the melting snow inside the space! right? I appreciate your style of presentation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Beautiful poetry on nature, Bisy. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks