Martha McKee Koletar

Morning Glory

I incorporated this poem into a piece of art work that illuminates the words. I am an amateur writer who finds writing poems, short stories, or making customized greeting cards very cathartic! All of my work whether it is painting or writing is an expression of myself!






The sun peeks through
the puffy clouds.
The birds begin to chirp.
Gracefully, timidly springs forth,
the Morning Glory.

Stretching and yawning
she comes to life -
happiness, her cup of tea.
Majestically she reigns -
looking o'er the hillside,
the Morning Glory and me.

Confident, perhaps arrogant;
her frilly beauty shines.
But what she feels inside,
lost as she retreats.
Shrivels, closes, gone -
or is that me?

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