Denouement of night and darkness brings to
Innocence the leisure, now, to glow.
Sundrops bathe
The velvet skin of flora--
Reminiscent is your blossom to auroras
As you unfurl for me your petaled dreams and say, "hello".
Caducous--more so than the heartbeats of a swallowtail:
The tiny anthers of your inner world set sail into the
Invigorating dalliance of shadows chasing sun.
Oh--ivory little trumpet--you are hope & jubilance, encompassed (but when)
Nightfall comes, this romance (here on Earth, for you) is done.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
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Author's Note: Morning Glories are small, trumpet-like flowers that grow on vines. Every day, the petals of fresh buds bloom to the warmth of the sun. However, each flower only lives a brief 12-hour lifespan - for they begin to wilt once the sun starts to set. 💔 I like to think that these little flowers enjoy their time in the sunrays - oblivious as to what will come of them at nightfall.
Glossary:
(The following definitions have been borrowed from the the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary & Collins Dictionary)
denouement noun
dā-ˈnü-ˌmä
the final outcome of the main dramatic complication
Please note: Since I am an absolute stickler for flow, the rhythm of the first sentence of this poem depends completely on the correct prounciation of this word - which I only recently learned myself. 😅 The stress is on the last (third) syllable. 🤗
caducous adjective
transitory; perishable
Please note: this word also has other, more common meanings that I did not include.
This poem is part of my Signature Mini collection. If you'd like to read more from this collection, try this one:
This poem was written for the Dancing with Distraction Challenge. :)
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I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (20)
Denouement..? I think I’ve been pronouncing it all wrong too. Let me Google the sound with the accents. 😅😂 Great, unique acrostic though! Quite an accomplishment. You shall have to put these all together for easy access (like the rest of the gang) if you are so inclined..
I appreciate the poem, and also the way you presented it- inviting the reader to further explore, offering bot guidance and support on and off of the platform. Beautiful.
Excellent words once again
Your vocabulary, the richness of each line, the beauty you find in words never fails to amaze
Sundrops (like raindrops) bathe the velvet skin of flora, reminiscent is your blossom to auroras. I am head over heels in love with these two lines. I kept reading them again and again! I couldn't get enough of them. Your poem is such a beautiful tribute to Morning Glories! It's such a shame they can't read. I know they would have loved it!
Love this, the beginning ( I did pronounce denouement correctly in my mind as I read it, thank you for the authors note) the middle cadence, but that ending is what got me. Love the symbolism and the rhyme. Great work Gina!
I got stuck on the image of a swallowtail; light, delicate. This was like taking a sip of tea sweetened with honey :) great job, Gina!
Delightful Gina. Reads like scented air. ❤
Bravo Gina
This is magnificent 💖📝😉❗
Oh, I love morning glories and this was a gorgeous use of its amazing cycle :) How absolutely lovely!!
Dare I say, your poem is as beautiful and delicate as the flower. Well done, my friend.
My mother always loved morning glories but could never get them to grow in our yard. She also loved trees & had us plant at least one every year in our yard. Never cut one down. Deep shade. Not a drop of sunlight ever touched a blade of grass where we lived.
Magnificent poem. To spend a day in the flora appreciating the glorious beauty, it’s gift of scent, and with deep love dare not leave any alone as their temporal art fades with the night. 🥰
Flowers with such fleeting lifespans are so fascinating and beautiful, amazing poem!
So beautiful ! ❤️
Lovely!!! Love nature poems!!! This was fabulous!!!
This beautifully captures the delicate and transient nature of beauty and innocence. Well done🙌🥰
This is lovely Gina. Very nicely done. Makes me smile wistfully.
So detailed and still as delicate as the flower you describe