Intermingled with deep, dark shades of blue and purple,
Sky bright coalesce with the sweetest of rose
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The Bearded Iris On Black
Intermingled with deep, dark shades of blue and purple,
Sky bright coalesce with the sweetest of rose
subtle soft, white, golden yellow
blood red, vivid fuzzy bearded orange
Veins spread downward along the inflorescence fall of petals
fanning outward…
Trailing the eye to sweep the richness of blue
Converging within its delicate petals
like a butterflies wings. Once handled they lose a piece of themselves
What attracts you; beauty and colour, will wither under a heavy hand
Associated within symbolistic designs
Our lives so much like the Iris
spring up with intent and excitement,
Only, under a hot glaring gaze we wilt
The Iris can’t move out of the suns rays, so the opposite it thrives
So heavy and over bearing the delicate Iris soaks up the radiance
As we can shift our place
to one of deceptive safety
In its sweet, short span of beauty
sweltering heat will curtail its time above ground
For an Iris can hide within its roots
Its rhizomes are set without knowing
chance; can pull it from the ground
The Iris stretches towards the sun
then it withers in the heat
Its tender pedals, unlike humans
The Iris has a secret
Taking its flower, deep in richly painted colours
And the stem of deep greens stalks that rise up
Its vantage point; leaves heavy, with emerald hues
pulling back into itself
hiding from the elements
just under the surface
where unbeknownst to the wind, heat and cold
it survives once more. Waiting for those few days
in spring, when it reaches upward…again
Rejoicing in its life
When seen, it does not move or hide
standing tall and waiting
Existing as it was meant too
Not making an attempt to be a dandelion, or a superficial Lily
Only an Iris that lives its life passing on its joy
Through the spectacle of its beauty
Sensations of intense colours and smells
What would I have become; If I were allowed to be as the Iris
Living my Life; Veridicality…