You have to be careful
with these flowers
mist them each morning
filter their light from South-facing windows
shield them
from the drafts that haunt
these old buildings.
I lay myself down beside their arcing stems
in the silence you have left.
The orchids are a part of this silence.
Like branches of sleeping butterflies
suspended …
slender branches reaching
for the empty other half of the bed.
Gabrielle Langley is an award winning poet living in Houston, Texas. Her work has appeared in a variety of literary journals. During the day, Ms. Langley works as a mental health professional. To safeguard her own mental health, she writes poetry and dances Argentine tango at night.
Website: www.gabriellelangley.com
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Nice poem, this.
Cheers,
Frank
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Thank you! 🙂
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