Thursday, April 25, 2013

Botanical Sabbatical





Tongue Orchid
Botanical Sabbatical




Balancing on the edge of air
the orchid has no real roots,
only sinuous fingerlings pulling it
into convenient cracks
shallow hollows, phosphorous cradles
catching the spent in spoony crucibles
cooking each little death
into a steam of phantasmic blooms,
all for fuzzy-faced moths
in a land where
there are not even
stories 
of ice.


~April 2013







55 improbable epiphytes  for   the g-man








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17 comments:

  1. You know, I bet our G Man uses that word "epiphytes" constantly!

    This is such an unusual subject, and I learned something, not to mention the poem itself. As always, your wording is musical and pleasing to the ear, even while the mood is a rare sort of moody bloom all its own.

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  2. Aw, I love this.
    So many fun and beautiful words... but my favorite is the last part. "A land where there are not even stories of ice."

    Thanks for another Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)

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  3. FB...Riiiiiiiiiiight!
    We just called them air ferns, nothing fancy.
    But I love learning about the flora, so thanks JA.
    Lady, you see beauty in the most unassuming of things.
    A true thinker
    Loved your piggy-back 55
    Thanks for another artistic Gem
    Have a Kick Ass Week End

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  4. This is simply unbelievable. Wow, Hedge.

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  5. cooking each little death
    into a steam of phantasmic blooms...

    cool lines those...
    hoping i got no more stories of ice this year...
    lovely little flowers you highlight hedge
    in your own lovely way...smiles.

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  6. If you're going to bloom, I think this is exactly the right way to do it, hedgewitch. Loved this!

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  7. I didn't know about this as well, Joy Ann. You said it in a very lyrical way. Lovely.

    Pamela

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  8. Beautifully done. And it flowed so well.

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  9. Wonderful steaminess here - in Cochin they were growing orchids out of little plastic baskets hanging from roof-siding. Quite amazing. Wonderful close - and great filigreed language throughout. Like the flower, you've made a wonderful poem from a little niche. k.

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  10. Hmmm! love the spoony crucibles- & nice to be introduced to a new creation , thanks!

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  11. I spend time in Trinidad each year where orchids grow wild. I love your description of hot and humid being where there are not even stories of ice. Sinuous fingerlings is wonderful as well.

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  12. cooking each little death
    into a steam of phantasmic blooms..

    I don't know anyway to describe what one can see in this photo better than this. It's a double marvel of image and words.

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  13. "Not even stories of ice" really rings a cord with me, especially when my snow is fresh melted.

    - Alice

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  14. I love this, most especially: "catching the spent in spoony crucibles"... and such a fabulous, final ending.

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  15. Hedge,you are SUCH a GIFTED writer!!! I love it...great beginning and awesome ending!!!Have you a great weekend.
    hugs
    shakira

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  16. My ears and eyes have had a treat with words and picture - O, so sweet! lol

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg