Alone, the morning glories bloom,
And wither in a single day.
Together, their tendrils strive and stretch
In flowering spirals
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Your observation is too sincere to help the poem with a free flow of suitable and rightly fit-in words...I like the last stanza the most...excellent
very romantic...and love its short srory type expression in peotic way..good experience with innovative way.. your peotry is relatively impressive and this poem is one of best... enjoyed it a lot and hope you never stop feeding heartds with poetic love feelings...well done 10/10
Each line gives the reader a different view, and each one is gorgeous, despite the uncivility of murderous flowers. I can't say enough about this lovely snapshot, except to say that it provokes one to look out the window more often.
A veritable kaleidescope of poetic colour. To build, with masterful stroke, the picture of so much from so little - that's talent. t x
Yes, Gary, a master of your language and how beautifully you paint with words. I have a little vine of morning glories tattooed on my right arm...my favorite flower...wild and sensuous...strong and beautiful...like your poem...
A feast of visual images, propelled rhythmically through the cycles of life, ablaze with colour and movement. A symphony Gary! A triumph. A real lesson on a lot of levels to aspiring writers. You've invested in this the care, commitment and pride that reminds of a bygone age: a real tradesman at work! Thanks, jim.
a fine flair for language you have which is evident with this poem. the images are tactile and proliferate throughout this piece.
it is a fine thing to be familiar with the colors, all the elements...but that pales in comparison to their masterful inclusion in the portrait painted. vividly memorable. -Tailor