Morning Glory
Morning glory, evening inventory
What came between? A hazy life lived as a walking dream, a production brought to you by prescribed medication
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Was really taken in by the first two lines. Food for thought!
Yes! I love those lines, too!
Floating along with every word. I love that we can enjoy this poem from many perspectives.
I love the surprise ending!
My husband grows Morning glories..each year they bloom in the morning and start to close around noon during the day….each bloom is just for one day…Your poem made me think about the life of the extraordinary blooms hanging on until the evening inventory…
Wasn’t expecting that ending! Nice.
I am thankful that morning glories grow wild to give color in abundance along hill, valley and fencerow in my Kentucky.
This sums up exactly why I avoid prescription medications. Have to admit I can spend a day like this with no medicinal culprit.
I posted that before I was done: the contrast between the vivid image of a morning glory and “hazy life” and “walking dream” is really startling.