Dear me, how did I not notice you before little bloom
Indigo petalous, Chartreuse center; my new-found muse
Striking incentive as opposed to my settled down gloom
Trumps my lazy thinking, for which there's no excuse
Residing in a crack of a sidewalk
Accesses me to resources never considered
Collaboration, flowers, growth, and muddled self-talk
Tweaks my wilting notions; oft now bittered
Inklings of mercy, hope discovered in Blue-Star florals
Owning my life progression; no more resting on my laurels
New treasures only flourish when nourished; I release dated morals
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poetry is my first love of writing and will always be. My debut Jungian-themed chapbook, Shadow's Reprieve, is available now on Amazon.
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