Barry A. Lanier

Rookie - 3 Points (Georgia)

Southern Romance - Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Morning Glories in nightgowns of purple blue,

Awaken with sun, shimmer in early morn’s dew.

Creeping along the cool summer ground.

Arms twisting and tangling round and around.

Heart shaped leaves, fluttering in wind,

Tendrils outstretching reaching for friends.

Silken faces bravely facing, a midday sun,

Only to curl up and fold, spent when day is done.

As the Sun starts to sinking, behind Father Earth,

A shy lady moonflower now takes her birth.

Struggling and clambering toward the arbor tall,

Passionately holding on, winding up the old stone wall.

Her slender white buds, relax as they unfurl,

Reaching toward the night sky, as they uncurl.

White satin, yellow throats, scents of sweet perfume

The moonflower’s grand display, will meet her doom.

Sweet blossoms so fragile, they wither to touch.

Longing and searching, her heart for so much.

Saints and the scribes, must wonder might be,

Should their hearts only touch, what one might see?

Could true love between two flowers finally prevail?

Through mutual love, would all constraints fail?

Though one is like night, and one is like day,

For true love has no boundaries, and this I do pray.

While BLue Glories mourn and Moon Flowers shall bloom,

Often love is not found and death comes too soon.

I stand in this garden, and I bow down and I pray

How I would like it to end..if it could only be that way!


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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