BY MAGAZINE COLUMNIST CARYN MIRRIAM-GOLDBERG
Blue as blue light, silk against sky,
and you can only look at them
with that deep knowing that something
is wrong, something asleep for years
wakes your life with a jolt.
At night, you ask yourself, where do
the morning glories go in the dark,
the ones that widen open in such purple,
such blue, such pink that seems
to be the definition of those colors?
Who do they bloom for in their dreams
with no trace of nightmare or forgetfulness?
You think of these flowers all around and
far away too, closed tightly and carefully
while you are open wide
to this small reverse blossoming
in your own breast. You dream of
morning glories climbing all the fences,
morning glories poured over steps
and ledges, even this one
where you wait to see
what will happen to you.
Reprinted with permission of author from Reading the Body (Mammoth Publications, 2004)
Write about morning glories. Or take the phrase, “What will happen to you” (or another phrase from this poem) and use it as the title or first line of your writing.
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