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  • An Orchid Rare

    Unique an art a blooming into grace;
    But none to see thus none to worship thee.
    Beyond e'en death, e'en ere in thine embrace;
    To somewhither, where'er an Eden be.
    An orchid rare, but one, as is the moon,
    Whose light steals o'er the still erelong to move.
    To move usward, we twain 'till we in bloom,
    And matters nay, might some, pray, disapprove.
    Our morrow's love as love wist yesterday,
    For aye and aye yonside the states of time.
    Lo! Dim the eventide ere night's dismay;
    The twilit mind, the deep, the dark sublime.
    'Tis sad a tale, an orchid rare, but one;
    In sleep, in dreams of love, awoken none.
    Last edited by Tony Grannell; 02-08-2017, 12:26 AM.

  • #2
    Tony, am I understanding correctly - this was a vision in a dream only? I love the lilt of your language, but am not always the quickest at understanding.

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello RhymeLovingWriter, It is a poem of wonder. An undiscovered orchid, as it were, and yet knowing, it must exist. A one of a kind, a goddess of unparralelled beauty, to bud, bloom and die, and witnessed by none, displayed only in the author's imagination, a poet's wonderings in the Eden of his mind. A beautiful unknown. Thank you very much for your response, most kind of you indeed. Regards, Tony.

  • #3
    I too love the lilt of the language there is a beauty to it I didn't expect

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello Parkinsonspoet, I do thank you so very much for your fine comment. Regards, Tony.

  • #4
    Sad story... Is this a story of a female child dying at an early age?

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    • Tony Grannell
      Tony Grannell commented
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      Hello imrogue, One could read it as a methaphor for a miscarriage. A child never to witness the world and sadly the world never to witness the child, yet still loved but never embraced. Your response is very much appreciated. Regards, Tony.

  • #5
    Eden of imagination, blossoming before!

    Great!!

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