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The Orchid Keeper's Dream

Notes from the greenhouse

By Lori LamothePublished 2 years ago 1 min read
The Orchid Keeper's Dream
Photo by Fabien BELLANGER on Unsplash

I’ve always wanted to be the one

who fills in the blanks. At night I conjure

lips pressed to the usual hollows,

the spaces beating hummingbird wings,

hear my voice breathe warmth into

the room where we began, where we

would begin—hands signing instructions

for touch in seven lost languages.


Maybe you think I’m talking about

emptiness, about regret. I’m not.

Greenhouse heat fills the days,

life is dappled with bloom. At dusk

the sun slants through glass

and the slender curves of stems

bend toward grace. Note how

each petal holds the light inside it.

Note that the petals don’t exist.

You can’t imagine their delicacy,

the dazzling, invisible air.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Lori Lamothe

Poet, Writer, Mom. Owner of two rescue huskies. Former baker who writes on books, true crime, culture and fiction.

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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!

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  • Mhairi Campbell about a year ago

    Amazing poem, what lovely imagery

  • Jori T. Sheppard2 years ago

    You make greenhouses sound magical.

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