ephemeral petunia bloom
alive for just one day
trumpets light into the gloom
to brighten along our ways
food for honey- and bumble-bees
hummingbirds as well
colors bright to pull and please
botany of desire swells
they come as uprights in the ground
or waves upon a vine
petunias sing without a sound
intoxicate like wine
I thank life force in nature for
creating with mystique
flora spawned from heaven’s spoor
to honor such fair beauty, this poem speaks
Fandango’s FOWC is alive and the Word of the Day Challenge is ephemeral.
Tao Talk 
A beautiful poem for a beautiful flower.
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Thank you, Sadje. I have to go out every day and cut the dead blossoms off the hanging basket of petunias. They sacrifice their lives and provide so much to all.
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Indeed.
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Great poem and beautiful flowers.
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Thank you, Hans :)
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They do look like trumpets.
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:)
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Such a lovely ode!
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Thank you, Punam :)
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Awesome flowers and poem Lisa.
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Thank you, Max :)
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Every time I hear “Petunia,” instead of thinking about the flower, I can’t help but think about Porky Pig’s girlfriend, Petunia Pig.
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It certainly could be an ode to her as well. Each cat their own rat, or in this case, pig.
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