Charmed Chaos
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Glory
Oh sweet morning glory
how you bloom fresh and new
with each painted morn
a short life spent
with precious few
memories to recall.
You awaken in early hours
to dawn’s whispered call
but all too soon, begin to fade
in the white heat of day
another brilliant wilting flower
falling from the garden wall.
Yet with vigor, your vines flourish
weaving a dense emerald forest
and each season, tender sprouts renew
and begin a fragile life with courage.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Today at dVerse Kim is asking us to write a poem in the format and style of either Sylvia Plath or Ed Hughes. she has shared with us a poem by each poet that are similar, yet different. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive. Here in Arizona, it is illegal to grow morning glory because it is considered an invasive plant. That said, there are a few native species of morning glory that are legal to grow here.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Sylvia and Ted
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Charmed Chaos 
Exquisite
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Thank you.
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Beautiful poem Linda and a beautiful photp to enhance the piece.
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Thank you Rob.
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Lovely words x
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Thank you. Sorry for the late response- this was in SPAM.
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No worries, I trawled through my spam folders yesterday too!
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I don’t understand why that happens sometimes. 🤫
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This recalled to me the morning glory that grew on my grandmother’s clothesline post. It was so beautiful in morning dew, but once the sun was fully out it faded. Great write!
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Thank you Beverly.
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They are wonderful and beautiful, but those vines can certainly invade.
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Yes, they can. Thank you Bjorn.
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Love morning glory – what a nice poem! 🙂
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Thank you!
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A thing of beauty that can so easily destroy, a cautionary tale.
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Thank you Paul.
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So welcome Linda.
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a tender and beautiful salute to this flower!
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Thank you.
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It’s interesting, Linda, that is illegal to grow morning glory in Arizona, while elsewhere haiku have been written about this plant! I love how you tracked the life of the plant in the lines:
‘You awaken in early hours
to dawn’s whispered call
but all too soon, begin to fade
in the white heat of day
another brilliant wilting flower
falling from the garden wall.’
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Thank you Kim.
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