She Was A Morning Glory

She was a morning glory;
A beauty shaped by the waxing moon
And innocence captured by day’s first light
Dancing at dawn to the magical tune
Of butterflies on their maiden flight
While humming birds suspended in time
Whispered secrets passed through generations
Disguised in songs written in rhyme
And sung with delicate-winged flirtations

She was a fragile flower
Kissed by the morning dew
Worshiping the transient sun
That painted her in vibrant hues
But left her weak when day was done,
Frail and faded before her time
Just a shadow of what used to be
When she was a flower in her prime
Before evening brought her to her knees

She was a bluebird in a gilded cage
Humming softly in twilight’s soft glow
Intent on some distant, unseen distraction
Singing of yesterdays long ago
While staring west with bemused abstraction
Unaware the sun had already set
Behind the willow that bent and wept
In the haze where today and tomorrow met
And time echoed disharmony as she slept  
 
She was a morning glory
If only she could have bloomed
Another day



february 2008
Janet Reid


   
First Place Winner
Rhyming Poetry
20th Annual 
Timmins Daily Press Literary Awards
May 2008





Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Dawn




Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Feb 13, 2008




Awarded by New Horizons ~ Alfred