purple morning

Purple Morning

In the eloquence of this purple morning,
I am watching the tree lines embroidered
across the mountain.
They are stark black in outlines as
the water color of dawn barely glances
above the hills.
When the sun comes, it is too harsh
for the morning glories.
Their damp eyes close slowly.
They seek a pink and purple sleep
and wait for evening.
I have been up for hours and know the way
that some flowers close against the
tough regimen of days.
I have watched others, like daffodils,
awaken, unworried by warmth,
opening with sunny charm.
I am torn between reluctance and chance,
the soft fold of vulnerability
or the strength of bold resolve.
Each, lying as they do,
in the personal awakenings
of the individual heart.

Reviews

[JohnL]

Purple - a colour that somehow carries illusion and portent - yet one which I would never wear. It so suitably describes morning in your perceptive poem.
I think the key word in your piece is 'watched' (line 15). You obviously have! Watched, seen, observed, sensed, noted - so many receptive words. Without receiving there can be no giving out. You offer pictures of daffodils glorying in the brightness of day but also of the Morning Glories - no less beautiful but shy with it. Another shy one is the Night Scented Stock (Matthiola Bicornis) - a flower with little visual beauty and so, so shy that it reveals itself only at night in its beautiful perfume. Essential to every English cottage garden - like mine. It to carries a hint of purple - well, mauvy pink.
Your culmination using the earlier floral analogy is superb -a fine summation.
John

[Charles]

This is so absolutely good I wish I had done it. The personification is great and imagery unsurpassed. I don't like lines 12 and 18 for different reasons. Line 12 sounds as though you've been up for several hours on a specific morning but references to the habits of flowers are in terms of the way they behave, their habits, over time (something you wouldn't see on a single morning). In line 18, I can't see how chance fits in at all (the reluctance of some flowers and vulnerability of others makes perfect sense, but none of this seems due to chance). The poem would lose nothing by dropping 'and chance' and starting the next line with 'and the soft fold...' Just a thought for revision that I'd look at myself if I were good enough to write this poem. :-)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

striking visual landscape you relate beautifuly~ emotives threaded seamlessly through the lines which incline the reader to move forward ~ deeper into the dazzling world you paint~

[Ed Hart]

your heart is a wonderful place...the little girl is alive and well in you