Cymbidium I. He gifts her an orchid. Says, Three ice cubes a week So as not to drown it. Her joints sound of cracked ice As she gingerly accepts My lush pink blooms Of wet lips open For drink & good light. II. The house has no sun. Unpruned branches of wild flora Cluster close […]
Cymbidium – a poem by Barbara Harris Leonhard — Amethyst Review
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Congratulations, Barb. I enjoyed seeing this poem evolve. Well done.
(You fell off my Reader, so I really fell behind.)
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Thanks, Ken! No worries! I haven’t been keeping up well with WordPress, either. There’s a lot of good stuff there! I’ve been working on some projects and sending out poems. Thank you for reading the poem! You helped me a lot on it.
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