I overlooked the orchid

Some poetry found in a over sixty year old poetry journal. Unknown writer. I believe a woman.

(Some poetry written over sixty years ago by a unknown poet. Please read and enjoy the words. )

         I overlooked the orchid

I overlooked the orchid while searching for a rose.

The orchid I overlooked was you.

The rose that I was searching for was proved to be untrue.

The orchid, now I found, was you.

The orchid is a flower that blooms so tenderly,

to cheer the fairest lady of the land.

If placed beside the blushing rose,

the rose could not compare.

Now how time and wine taught me to understand.

The rose has lost its color but the orchid is still the same.

And I am alone to face the lonely year.

I didn’t see the orchid, I was searching for a rose.

And now I’ll pay the price with bitter tears.

Unknown writer

Author's Note

Ancient poetry by a secret poet.

Reviews

[Katrina Mckeown]

Something quite magically enchanting about this ancient poem by a secret poet. I love the imagery . Favourite lines are “The Orchid is a flower that blooms so tenderly to cheer the fairest lady of the land” and the next I like “The rose has lost it’s colour but the Orchid is just the same.
Marvellous piece of poetry!

[Coyote Poetry]

I researched the poem. Was a old country song. It is a beautiful poem dear Katrina.

[Katrina Mckeown]

That’s very interesting Coyote, thanks for sharing this beautiful piece . :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... so many Roses and so few Orchids...
Roses are for remembering... and orchids are for Orchestrating a dance for lovers when moonlight becomes the glow of beauty that has touched many hearts to keep a promise true. I bid you Adieu... Pat
as ever, Pat

[Dave Brown]

A beautiful piece of work (work?)
How many wonderful pieces are out there that we will never see and thankyou for all that we do see

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.

[AJNJ]

Sometimes we don’t know better.
We forsake things of beauty and value for something that blooms for moments too few.
Something that’s deeper is often left for something much much cheaper.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend and thank you for reading and the comment.

[AJNJ]

I enjoyed your poetry here