White Orchid Poem by Francie Lynch
White Orchid
Rating: ★4.0
I've caught myself talking to my orchid.
Surprise myself when I call her, Baby,
As in: Baby, you could use some water.
She gets watered once a week, fifteen minute bath.
Been doing this for several years,
And she blooms for a few weeks.
I call her Molly.
Should I get help.
The dychotomy is,
She never utters a word,
But man,
Does she bloom with purity.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,friendship,orchid,plants
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