Glory’s Fading

Somewhere else, it remains awake
by Tennae Maki

There was a thin line that ran the circumference
of the room. She was the only one that could see it.

Free of imperfections, a circle is perpetually,
habitually flawless.

The morning glory had been clipped from
it’s vine days ago.

It remained open, whilst the other buds
had returned to their dormant state.

It faded earlier than late.



Tennae Maki is a weekend writer that works at an architecture firm. She’s also the volunteer audio archivist for an arts radio station.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

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