The Uncontainable Spill of Delight

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There’s nothing
like the bright silent-smug
-gled smile
of a morning
……….glory
trying to contain her glee.

See?
That sun rose right up again.
Watch her basking in its glow,
wearing her heart
on petaled sleeve,
knowing a bartered bevy
of new, exciting things.

Today is full of the imp
-ossible, and when
that borrowed light
holds her face just right,
…………….she
…………………sings.

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Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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3 Responses to The Uncontainable Spill of Delight

  1. I hate those morning glories – one year I let them go in my garden and the ran rampant over everything! So I pull them out now – my little one loves them, though, and is always trying to grow them everywhere!
    I do love to find them randomly – they are very pretty! And yes, how delighted they must be at each and every sunrise! Love the idea of “ossible” things.

  2. billgncs says:

    I think singing is the one we can do to banish sorrow. Even the blues, when they are sung take us away from that moment.

  3. cobalt girl says:

    Awww, this is great! Especially “De-light.”

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