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Morning Glories Open to the Moon

Updated on February 9, 2018

Wondering, turned to the pre-dawn sky, they
Stared upward at the place where the unknown
So much like someone they knew
Shone, though something was different.

They recognized the radiance of their
Daily choreographer reflected
In the stranger’s homely face that glowed so
Relatively close above them, that they

Obediently opened, spreading wide
Their richly purple selves as every day
They, for their usual blazing mistress,
Did. Venus, like a magnesium flare

Imperiously glared at them, but they
Were heedless of her jealousy, simply
Satisfied to accept this stranger as
Their own; this stranger with no light to own

But reflecting the radiance of his
Love: she whom he has chased for eons
Succeeding only in sharing her sky
These few scattered yearly days, a few hours

Fading to a white ghost in her burning
Presence, an awkward and lackluster beau
Quickly and shyly withdrawing to
Compleat invisibility before

Her fiery glory. Loved by the flowers,
He basks in their love, however briefly
And mistakenly bestowed upon him,
A delicate love, beautiful and temporal.

Right before our eyes a love triangle
Wheels across our sky, the sun-loving moon,
The flower-loving sun and morning glories
Fooled for an eternal hour by the moon.


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    • Tom Rubenoff profile image

      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Thank you, Oppeakra!

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      Oppeakra 5 years ago from Min, USA

      Lovely, very lovely!

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      Tom Rubenoff 7 years ago from United States

      That's a lovely thing, Jerilee. I will respond in kind :)

      Thanks, Juneaukid! Thanks for sharing that nice memory.

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      Richard Francis Fleck 7 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      I enjoyed reading your poem--it made me think of Morning Glory Pool (a hot spring in Yellowstone) that stays open and colorful year round, in snow or heat.

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      Jerilee Wei 7 years ago from United States

      I'm bittersweetly fond of Morning Glories and really found this to be a magnificent poem. Linked to my Julia Morning Glory hub.

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      Tom Rubenoff 7 years ago from United States

      I've seen a few colors. They are a beautiful flower. Thank you, FloBe!

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      Flo Belanger 7 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Wow, I have never seen the blue version of the Morning Glories...the white ones are prolific here and take over everything like a weed. I love that color blue!

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      Tom Rubenoff 7 years ago from United States

      They took over our whole fence this year. Gorgeous. Thanks, Peggy :0)

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      Peggy Woods 7 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Morning Glories are fleeting in the length of time that they bloom but give such a resplendent show while blooming that therein lies their glory. We used to have them adorning a back fence years ago.