Power to the Morning Glories

I wasn’t expecting this to happen: a poem to be born, much less a metrical Pantoum style poem, to be inspired from a photo taken on yesterday’s walk with Hank. I should learn not to question my inner muses and instead, just take their dictation when offered – so, here it is, for you (and them, both the flowers and their coaxing…)

 

 

See the optimism in their reach

Power to wilt them, overhead near

Don't shirk, a giggle is their speech

Never bend - trumpet "We're here!"

 

Power to wilt them, overhead near

Hold on without the stress of too tight

Never bend - trumpet "We're here!"

Greenery seems to take up, bird's flight

 

Hold on without the stress of too tight

Without the clutch of electrical wood

Greenery seems to take up, bird's flight

They shouldn't or wouldn't even could

 

Without the clutch of electrical wood

Orphaned sky reachers, left far below

They shouldn't or wouldn't even could

No more deep blue to the clouds, bestow

 

Orphaned sky reachers, left far below

Crawl on the grass for the root of the peach

No more deep blue to the clouds, bestow

See the optimism in their reach

 

Comments

[rallentanda]

I love morning glory.It is classified as a noxious weed here but there are still pockets here and there It features in my poetry.Pantoums are fun.You did a good job of yours.I'm writing a villanelle next week.
cheers
rall