Morning Glory By Nancy Bevilaqua
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| Image | Pok Rie |
Morning Glory
…a flower, he was saying,
and it would not stop
growing, all over the wall, growing
spontaneously.
Stone seats, and the God who answers only
in a certain tongue, caustic, hard frost,
singular. There are other ways to reach me:
observe light’s ecstatic tricks
upon the landscape, note how stars
remove their shoes for you, that you know
what birds’ eyes mean, that you have already
recipes for music. Know yourself as migrant,
transient, bearer of strange songs.
Sleep undisturbed, iridescent fish, in space
of what’s not known. Swim in the God
that is here, now, this.
~From the poetry collection Gospel of the Throwaway Daughter
© Nancy Bevilaqua
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| Nancy Bevilaqua |
Nancy Bevilaqua is a poet who has also worked as a caseworker for people with AIDS and as a travel writer. Her poems have been published in West Branch, Whiskey Island, Juked, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Prelude, and other publications. She now lives in Hoboken, NJ, where she is finally realizing her 50-year-old dream of learning to play drums.
Thank you so much for accepting this for publication, Barbara! It didn't occur to me until today that it would come out on Palm Sunday, which seems just right. :)
ReplyDeleteOh--and I love the image!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! Morning glories were my favorite flowers when I was a toddler.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I've been trying to convince some morning glories to grow in my yard for a couple of years now. :)
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Love this.
Thank you SO much. I'm not sure where it came from, but I kind of like it too. :)
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