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in the evening of my life,
it’s my habit to sit alone on the seashore.
today I see the sun red and bleeding like me,
drowning into the seascape,
as a tormented soul at the dead end of life
attempting at self- slaughter.
in this gloaming moment, light lingers
and I am once more torn by memories,
that fall on me like birds’ molted feathers,
drifting away untamed
but swiftly carried back by sudden gust.
I sit silent watching a random wave
erase the footprints and depositing in their place
new seaweeds and empty shells.
my life has become an empty shell
“still trapped in your pulse”
when our tracks diverged in opposite tracks
and I saw you walking away into distant shores
though you must have hoped,
that you would be called back,
my ego prevented me and I stood,
seemingly unperturbed, though deeply scarred inside.
I now stare into the deserted shoreline
and I wonder if love is too late
to stem the tide.
I can’t blame you.
oh, never will I dare!
though we were close acquaintances for long,
I failed to voice my clandestine whim
carefully structured in my mind’s alcove.
on that fateful day when we were about to part,
though I longed to disclose my love to you,
as words got suddenly broken up,
I failed to convey what I meant,
in a language explicit for you to grasp
and I failed to notice your saddened eyes,
glistening with tears about to shed.
I assure you- “I am the asylum of your ache”
though this knowledge is of no use to you anymore.
now I quench my heart’s ache,
voicing them in soulful verse,
knowing they are ‘Verses in the Ash’
will it be too much for my wistful heart
to hope, we will one day meet in a place
'where Orchids dream!'
center>Flurries swayed on brocade of her white gown
'Twas Christmas eve...year twenty o' nine's frost nips;
A face gleamed as ribbons wrapped around
on spray of orchids clutched by fingertips.
She paced a walk along the chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of music hummed of new life
While he...ordained by fate, parted a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to housewife.
The hallway roused with cheer and merriment
December groom held spouse for rounds of waltz
And best man huffed, “Jill , don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her jokes with applause.”
Five moons after, a child with her back turned
Lifted wrappers from toy-bouquets, mid- air,
'Twas Christmas... their daughter's flushed grin confirmed
The past magic of wedded bliss; love’s flair!
High on a quaint little hill,
In a quiet, quaint little town.
Wild Orchids, once plentiful,
Were nowhere to be found.
It was a mystery to all there,
So sad, such beauty, now gone.
What once blessed their vision,
Amber sunsets, golden dawns.
A pall fell upon the town,
All their sunsets disappeared.
Such beauty lost, bred sorrow,
As another Winter drew near.
Then tragedy struck the land!
War ravaged their small township.
All young men were called away,
All the women knelt in worship.
Time seemed to wane wearily,
Anxious hearts feared the worst.
Then news came of twelve casualties,
And every heart there would burst.
Twelve, flag-draped coffins, carried,
Every young man, bred and born.
A million tears would rain,
Every broken heart would mourn.
The Winter, bleak and barren,
Each day just like the last...cold!
A lifeless, loveless town died,
Unsure of what would unfold.
When, on a bright and infant morn,
The whole town flocked in waves.
By the light of Spring's first day...
Wild Orchids lined the graves!
I’m an orchidaholic and for this there is no cure
In my eyes their delicate flowers are pure perfection
My collection numbers 25, although I cannot be too sure
For when I see a new colour I must add it to my collection!
Delicate shades of pale yellow I love
Subtle shades, different colours and hues
Pastel pink blooms sent from heaven above
I find it extremely difficult to choose!
Some blossoms are pure blocks of colour
I could stare at their beauty for hour upon hour
Blooms so unique; each plant differs from another
I carefully nurture every single leaf and flower
Being an orchid grower is incredible fun
Your world I know it will enhance
I can highly recommend it to anyone
Just buy one of these stunning plants
Original poem called 'I'm an Orchidaholic'
amended for My favourite flower contest
Sponsored by Rick Parise
5th March 2014
In the mystical land
Where Orchids dream...
The secrets of the soul lay bare.
Take hold of my hand
And I'll lead you to the stream
To see your souls secrets reflected there.
The water sighs
"I am the asylum of your ache"
The mists whisper to soothe your pain.
The secrets never lie
Hence they hide for ones own sake
As part of ones growth they must remain.
As you stare in to that stream
In the land where Orchids dream
You feel alive in your secret desires.
In the asylum of your ache
You recall every mistake
Wishing such memories would expire.
You feel trapped in your pulse
Restricted and contained
With a longing to break free.
Your efforts convulse
And you feel detained
In a lonesome melancholy.
We are verses in the Ash
When our chips we cash,
But the end is not in sight.
The choices we make now
Are the pathway to how
Our secret souls can bring delight.
Written: November 19, 2025, for contest sponsored by Miranda Hawley
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A kestrel’s shadow cleaves the obsidian dune,
as windblown kelp rustles to the tunes of oblivion
Peace is stillness between twin eclipses—
moonlight twisted, time blurred.
Love is a dream: a stranger wrecks a comet.
You wake with stardust on your palms.
Understanding is a prism—splitting ego into spectra:
Some mend, others sever the soul.
Mercy is rain without proclivity—
Falling on tombs, orchids, nests, and cribs.
You my soul is the very essence of who I am.
You rule my head, heart, and emotions-
I remain trapped in your pulse.
You are my teacher, lover, and guiding light.
Allowing me to function in the highest form as-
I taste your truth.
Setting the ground rules and direct my personality.
You dictate my behaviour, creating my inner being-
I am the asylum of your ache.
Although you keep me under a tight rein
While you release any negativity or opposition I may bear like-
Verses in the Ash
You remain my free spirit, allowing connection to others.
Embracing all the goodness and beauty within my surroundings.
You forgive, love, and continue to guide me through my unique existence.
Upon my death you my soul, I will release into infinity to -
Where orchids dream
I am my soul.
I have a garden where roses and colorful orchids bloom and blush
Petunias, begonias and flaming euphorbia on each other brush
Where jasmines perfume the air and chrysanthemums flourish
They adorn my courtyard giving my eyes a joyful treat
They survive the season, braving summer’s blistering heat.
With their beauty and scent they conquer every sensitive heart
When watering them, all they do is nod and shake
Some dance upon their tiny toes, when from their languor awake
With crimson bosom bathed in dew, the roses gently quake
Desert roses with their scarlet flowers and fat bellies stay,
In tiny pots where they are fated to remain all their life at bay
I see their lips parting in pain, complaining in a dumb way
At the center, stands a bougainvillea plant in attention
It grows wild with its branches spread in all direction
Though I try to prune it often to prevent its insurrection
Nonchalantly it continues to grow forming a wild bower
It carries many a bunch of red and magenta paper light flower
Which glide down with every passing breeze in scattered shower
Oh flowers, with your loveliness, all tired eyes you brighten
With your matchless beauty, our joy, you heighten
With your radiant smile, all cares, you lighten
Alas! You vanish fast as the setting sun’s slanting ray
I will be in pain if you are not there to brighten my day
So kindly stay....! Please do not wither away!
March.11. 2022
~Placed First~
Garden Inspiration’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- BJ Legros Kelley
There comes a time in my life when I have to admit I’m a failure
I speak with forked tongue, I simply can’t hide it
Yesterday I made a promise and I’ve broken it again
Are my marriage vows now heading down the drain
I will confess I was tempted by its exotic allure
But I’m an orchidaholic there is simply no cure
Went shopping tonight and to my delight
On a stunning orchid my eyes did alight
I looked at my husband and he could see what I could see
Then he climbed up and got it down off the shelf for me
Dived into his wallet and this time he paid
Guess this time my marriage has been saved
But twenty one orchids is where I must stop
Or I will be banned for life from every orchid selling shop
Jan Allison
30th July 2014
Caren, whose poetry sings with grand plumage,
swims with bouquets of flowers and such. You
inspire me! And aloha to William :)
HAWAII
Bird of paradise, plumeria, jasmine,
orchids, gardenia, hibiscus, primrose.
Aloha sea — paradise welcomes thee.
Cup of gold, elephant’s ear, fuchsia and firecrackers.
Lantana, glory bush, pineapple and Waikiki.
Queen Emma lily, prickly pear, silversword and sugarcane.
Hawaii islands erupting with ecstasies —
scents that rise the temperature, hues that squeal with desire,
cascading sounds of God’s mirth, adventure on steroids.
Come in, ebb and flow in dugout boats - leis floating
upon the deep-blue skies. Your hearts are pounding drums.
Don’t be shy. Grab this shelf of paradise. Don’t let go.
Aloha friends! Let’s all be friends. Planes fly in.
Koa, coconut, ‘ohi’ a lehua, candlenut, monkeypod,
noni, and lemon-scented gum. Mahalo nui!*
O’ahu, Maui, Kaua’i, Big, Lana’i and Moloka’i —
find your serenity, your northern shore, the allure
of life. Grab yourself a blue hawaii, piña colada,
mai tai, mimosa. Fill your cups with Eden’s fruit.
8/19/2020
*thank you very much ma-hah-lo-noo-ee)