#orchid
flower of passion
petals like moist lips in rain
spring bids good morning.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 10:56 PM UTC
Cold days are over
Shades on the Orchid’s petals
A gift from the Sun
Jun 23, 2024
Jun 23, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC
Trees laden with fruit
all growing in the orchid
will be in season
____________
Jul 28, 2023
Jul 28, 2023 at 10:40 PM UTC
Festive morn, I crossed with thee
Embellished silk shines with whirling elegance—
Of translucent textures and fine fragrance
The royal formation— that anticipates a chance—
A romantic browse of catered acquaintance.
As I swipe to slant,— Thy arms braced my shoulders— and uplift me—
In awe of my still,
Slipped palms of thy distant longed—
In the halls of hide and seek—
Despite the fragments,— Thou aimed to break the lines,—
Chasing this harmony,
Unravelling the elflock sway;— to clutch the Orchid; Until she stays..
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:56 AM UTC
Just because every leaf & stem, n all the greenery of foliage-
Twist up to the sun;
Doesn't mean some flowers won't still bloom in shadow.
Don't discredit a blossom in the dark- Though the light hits the leaves,
the truth of each petal
Is privately dispatched,
Through each color- and in each shape
of every lightless rhythm.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 9:33 PM UTC
Fall in to where it can begin.
Moon phase,
Orchid days.
Sweet bliss,
Wanting nothing more than to try your American kiss.
Heatwave.
Scorching skies,
White clouds in my love disguise.
I lay wanting to heal my pain.
Moon phase.
You cry,
Tears drowning flowers that lay nearby.
You stay,
Most don’t know why.
You live a lilac lie.
You take my Moon phase,
And I want to know why.
My tides,
My waves,
Reach my shoreline.
My sand was empty,
Completely still.
Now,
The grains of sand stand by me,
Pulling me at the knees.
Moon phase,
This night.
Emptying myself solemnly to the dark starlit night.
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
The orchid is dead.
The “just because” orchid you bought me when things first started to feel rocky
is dead.
That delicate, fragile thing.
It’s hard to say what really killed it.
It wasn’t doing well from the beginning.
Perhaps it came to me a little broken.
Perhaps it had some fatal flaw that meant it would’ve died no matter what I did.
But overwatering it certainly didn’t help.
I think I might be stuck wondering for a while,
did I **** something beautiful or did you just present me with a dying flower?
Either way,
it’s dead.
I threw it away today.
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
I once was told
In Broooklyn New York
I had a lackadaisical attitude.
It was the first time I was hearing
That whimsical adjective !
So lackadaisical I was !
Looked like an illness
The way they said it
It seemed I could contaminate.
So I stopped a few seconds to think and dissect the word
Lackadaisical
I lacked a daisy somewhere !
Sounded like I lacked a fuse in my brain !
Next thing I know I was checking the word
In my reminiscences of the Oxford English Dictionary
Or may be it was Webster's
And it said in black and white ferns I lacked purpose
I wasn't properly lazy, I just lacked directions
I lacked enthusiasm, stamina
I was devoid of zest
I was blasé
Insouciant
Careless.
Translated into more French I was nonchalant and better said
Jemenfoutiste.
It was during an encounter group
And they threw that lackadaisical attitude ******** to my face
And guess what i did ?!
I just kept on smiling
Jemenfoutiste to the extreme.
And they kept saying
See what I mean, you 're so ******* lackadaisical , man !
You're so pathetic ! You're so apathetic !
It was Winter in America like Gil Scott-Heron would say
And it felt so good, so warm,
As far as I could see,
To be called lackadaisical
And not laconical.
I not only lacked a daisy
I lacked a bunch of tropical flowers indeed !
Like bouganvillea, orchid or hibiscus
Anthurium, jasmine or bromeliad
I lacked sun and sea
Strange as it was
Even though I was near Atlantic Avenue, Coney Island
So I was lackaseacal and lackasuncal
But what I didn't lack was ants in my pants
And until today they make me dance
My forever lackadaisical dance.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
orchids,
alien and other worldly.
beauty,
bordering the grotesque and bizarre,
strangely exhilarating.
variations,
wild and uninhibited,
even orgiastic,
of a mind, as if,
not of this world;
shapes and sizes,
folds and spirals
colours and colourations.
at times,
more animal or insect,
than flower.
if a rose is Mozart,
an orchid, Stravinsky.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
Lilac emits her scent,
Orchid’s winks bring elation;
Love speaks through us all!
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
✧
ʟɨɛ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ օռ ǟ ʄʟօաɛʀ ֆɦօʀɛ
աǟʟӄ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛ ֆɛƈʀɛȶ ɖօօʀ
ƈɦǟʍքǟɢռɛ ʀօֆɛֆ, օʀƈɦɨɖֆ ȶօօ
ȶɦɨֆ ֆɦɨռɨռɢ ɖǟʀӄռɛֆֆ, ɨ ֆɛɛ ɨռ ʏօʊ
ȶɦɨֆ ɨֆ ȶɦɛ քʟǟƈɛ ȶօ ɮɛ
օռ ȶɦɛ ʄʟօաɛʀ ֆɦօʀɛ աɨȶɦ ʍɛ
✧
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
velvet sheets
threaded from shimmering webs
glacier streams
alabaster; moonbeams
burnished drop of light
sleeping with eyelids
painted in shades of
pearl
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 6:02 AM UTC
a lilac sends scent,
an orchid, elating winks;
love speaks through us all!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
the orchids have withered
the heat is here
and much like the orchid '
i have too much to bare
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
A snow white orchid blooming in the winters eve.
summoning the souls who disbelieve.
Hours pass by as people wonder.
The secrets this little flower has to plunder.
Even though is just a simple little flower in the snow.
More about this magical feeling I must know.
Its fragle petals damp with morning dew.
Its placement quite askew.
With death and fear all around.
This little flower is surely bound.
Its stem reaching into the sky so everyone sees.
The beautiful essence it surely leaves.
With the clouds rolling in with the sound of thunder.
attempting to leave the flower asunder.
People try to help it grow.
To see the powers it bestows.
even though this perfect flower is pretty new.
Its beauty is absolutly true.
And when the blazing sun goes down.
Darkness is seen all around.
The beautiful feeling I receive.
When our emotions interweave.
Seeing her fragile smile in the morning sun, I ask what spell I’m under.
As I feel i have fallen in a blunder.
Her bright hazel eyes quite aglow.
I wish I had felt this feeling long ago.
I catch myself staring into.
With this magical feeling I’m not used to.
I never thought I’d be this astound.
I’m far to gone to back down.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she though.
She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset.
she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn.
An orchid appears as another plant unworthy of a second gaze, yet it produces the most spectacular bloom. she is this bloom, complex and mysterious, but unquestionably sweet. Valued for her differences from others, and unmatched in my heart.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
Positive words of wisdom,
spread through the cool, dry air.
Feeling the whispering wind,
brush swiftly across my hair.
Daffodils spreading sunshine,
Roses giving warmth,
Orchids beaming bright
continuing to sway back and forth.
A beautiful lotus gleaming above all,
floating in the sparkling pond.
The sun glistens in the water below,
radiating across, far and beyond.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC