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An Orchids’ Ink Inspiration

Wordless thoughts become reality with the help of an Orchid.

By DaphsamPublished 3 months ago 2 min read
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I sit here at my chair,

Holding a pen with such care,

Searching for language with a flair,

Yet my words are caught in a snare.

My creative spark is as dark as the night,

No fiery sunset to make it bright,

Words held prisoner in my mind’s eye,

Who will guide me to thoughts in this starless sky?

Alas, no ink spills from my quill,

as the hands of time stand so still,

like a doe spooked from unknown shrill.

My eyes journey the room playing a game of I spy,

Where is my muse hiding?

Reveal yourself, please try?

A photograph of purple orchids lures me to it’s view,

Like honey to a bee,

An elegant vision stares back at me to pursue.

On the large lite screen with a silent plea.

She whispers how about me?

You’re just a photo from my past,

Could you be the key?

In my wordless broadcast?

What prose will you inspire?

Or how you were acquired?

Write ballads about your ancient past?

You are graceful as a burning fire,

Elegances that is known to last.

Once an aphrodisiac, stirring hearts with passionate desire.

From the vast lands of Asia, Greece and Rome,

To the tropical heights of the Himalayas.

In charming vases, you make many a home.

Steadfast in the wild is all you portray.

Oldest, largest flowering plant, you are,

Gracing altars of love and newborn life,

Even when others are crossing the bar,

Your blossoms heal many life’s strifes.

You are the queen of sophistication,

Beckoning for her knight’s flirtation,

A soft velvety touch, that thrills vibration,

Oozing serenity and calming meditation.

Is it your sweet vanilla fragrance,

A seductive melody,

Exotic and airy,

A blend so perfect, a harmony.

You’re dazzling majestic spray,

Calling out for the spotlight’s ray.

Delicate blossoms, white bouquet,

Silently standing by in a bright display.

The olive green on your straw of life,

As vibrant as the rainforest you sow,

You cling to your trees like a husband and a wife,

Until you’re cut down for a flower show.

Reds, pinks, yellows and blues,

Your shades come with variety of hues,

Turn you this way and that, for all your views,

You are like a delicate moth out for a nightly cruise.

Yet, here you are in nature’s rippling water,

In an elegant clear vessel,

Filled to just past quarter,

Held close in a lover’s nestle.

One wild night, you were gift from my love,

Oh, the passion you did ignite,

A message of love carried by a white dove.

It is time to part ways,

To bid you a goodbye,

You lead me out of my wordless maze,

For you saved me, tis no lie.

I thank you, orchids for your siren’s call,

Your voice was heard, my pen was lured,

No longer will my notebook beat against the wall.

My creative mind is finally reassured.

Thank you for reading.

This was originally posted on Medium.

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About the Creator


Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.

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  • Babs Iverson3 months ago

    Brilliantly written!!! Love that the orchidswere the source of inspiration!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️

  • Cathy holmes3 months ago

    Beautiful poem. Looks like the orchids did their job.

  • Naveed 3 months ago

    the poem is wonderful,

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