Morning Glory Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Morning Glory
lying languid
hiding beneath my thin veil
I open to you slowly,
at the first sign of the sun
unfurling my petals
to reveal my delicate nature
careful!
the wind torments
and the bees come to taste
leaving me weary and drooping
soft head bobbing as the breeze takes me
Christlike I hang
open for all to gawk
take your fill
I will expire before the morning is done.
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4/26/2024 9:06:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
languid, theres a movie called the DOORS, any way, in it JIM MORRSON uses that word, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , i still like the poem, and yes i know he did not envent the word....