Morning Glories (Balassi Stanza) Poem by Gert Strydom

Morning Glories (Balassi Stanza)



You open with the red sun
with small petals that run
over walls from tiny seeds
in purple-blue small cups
everywhere streaming up.
People see you as a weed
while in clusters you grow
opening from the first glow,
are very lovely indeed.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: purple
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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