Pursuing the Rare Orchid

Pursuing the Rare Orchid

A Chapter by Constance
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A poem of admiration

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Your essence overpowers me, humbles me
Makes me feel light headed and joyous
Like the first Saturday in Spring

I came to the garden expecting to find a daisy
And found a rare orchid in full bloom
Something worth keeping

If I touch you will you shrink away from it?
Can one really have and hold something
So dear and precious?

I doubt that I can even make you know
My name, my face, my heart, my soul
Can a blossom hear a sound?

In case you may hear, I will sing
I will warble out the entirety
Of my longing admiration


In case you may read it, I will write
I will write you a poem
In the key of love

In case you may see it, I will paint you
I will paint your portrait on canvas
All the beauty that I see

If you see, and read, and hear and care not
If you crumple my hopes and dreams
I will start over again

I came to the garden expecting to find a daisy
Instead I found a rare orchid in full bloom
Something worth hoping for

Your essence overpowers me, humbles me
Makes me wonder at my own free will
As though I have no choice but to
Take a chance



© 2008 Constance


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Very interesting write! I love the symbolism. An orchid is actually a VERY BEAUTIFUL parasite... it cannot survive without the simbiant relationship to the host. Very well written and the symbolism here is very done very well.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like the fact you repeated the first stanza at the second to last... I really like the fact that your (at the end) willing to take a chance...

Posted 16 Years Ago


Lovely poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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