The Orchid that Never Loved

I think holding on makes me strong, but sometimes it is letting go

As she stared other flowers
Visited and pollinated,
Her bright petals were slowly wilting,
Yearning for that drone
To bite on her in a bathetic way
She always wished.

Drone swam came along,
But never really wanted
Her for long,
Was it her that always went so wrong?
Waste away to become weak and lose vitality,
The borogoves and mome raths outgribing,
As only erroneous wail and thoughts,
Did gyre and gymble her bright petals.

Her damaged petals couldn't
Take much more hurt and pain,
Did she deserved to have
Her own dreams slane ?

Eyes filled with grief,
Heart filled with mimy and sorrow,
She'd chant the same old love song,
Waste away to become weak
And lose vitality,
Resigning herself to the fact
That he may never come along.

Author's Note

Yes, If you're me you'd have done.
One couldn't stop passion rising anymore than one could stop the earth revolving around the sun.
I think holding on makes me strong, but sometimes it is letting go.

Reviews

[Celeste]

Hello! I know the situation where someone constantly hopes for "the right one" to come along his/her life is rather common among /people/. What I loved about your poem was that you were able to portray that in the form of an orchid. Truly wonderful symbolism.

Aside from that, the vocabulary you used in your piece was really deep and unique. I know I'm not a good poet myself, but I've read a few poems that use the same words (more or less), and it was nice to read something that broke the monotony of all that.

Great work with this one!

Keep writing!

[Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga]

Thanks for reading me, keep the love flowing