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The Blooms of October

Published by broussardlana on December 4, 2015

A curt, little wind
cuts abruptly
stabs full through
heavy handed despair
sitting here
waiting for the sun
to throw off harsh
shadow bleakness
sift through
that broken hourglass
laden with memories
to breathe
and breathe freely
cast down
a silver thread of hope
perhaps a golden loop
to catch remnants of
sparkling shreds
broken bonds
now come together
then are lost at once
while gazing at
the moonflower vine
hanging heavy
on the porch lattice
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  2. reocochran reocochran

    This moon flower is so delicate and intricate in the curls of petals. It is easy to see why it inspired such emotional thoughts and poetic words, Lana. Hugs, Robin

    # December 4, 2015
    • L. T. Garvin, Author L. T. Garvin, Author

      Thanks Robin. I saw a moonflower vine growing on a dilapidated house in late autumn giving it a melancholy air. I grow these bush type plants not the vines. The magnificent flower blooms at night and has a wonderful fragrance although my spouse calls them a weed. When they bloom in mass at night, they embody an “unworldly” but very pretty quality. They have always fascinated me for some strange reason.

      # December 4, 2015
  5. milliethom milliethom

    A lovely poem, filled with memories but casting down ‘a silver thread’ of hope for the future. Your photo of the moonflower is wonderful. I’ve never actually seen a moonflower, but it looks a very beautiful flower with those tapering and curling petals.

    # December 8, 2015

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