Judy Lloyd responded to the "clever romantic" quality of this poem, but it's more than that.
Robert, in your opening statement (bio), you remark that the act of poetry is transformative ... the artist becomes the poem, and the poem becomes the artist ... and I see this poem as a beautiful manifestation of that "merging" impulse and entirely consistent with the vision / ideal you express regarding our "poetential" (LOL) to become living art.
In other words, woman becomes flower becomes woman. There are countless poems about flower as metaphor for female, but the layers of meaning packed within the sparseness of the words is exceptional here.
I think this poem is brazenly sexual and highly-charged eroticism, but hey, maybe that's just me. :-) Anyhow, it got me to think and to feel, and what more can a good poem do, really?
My my but we are being the clever romantic guy today and I love the poor man orchids the iris. Except for two things my husband may object and I know Ringo will as he is very partial to my dear hubby but you did give me some ideas.
What a cool visitor to this lady's hot house! The vibrant beauty and vitality of orchids depends much on their need for water, their roots not being allowed to dry out, so the suggestion of so much fluidity in this write is spot on! Gardenias do it for me... I just get totally high on their heavy, heady scent and their waxy, virginal blooms drive me nuts. You certainly bring a flush to the cheeks with this visit to Kew, Jude. Dainty and warming, like sun through winter panes. TY Kate xx
Reminds me of a Georgia O'Keefe painting. She said she didn't know, they said she did. I say, she knew. Beautiful, sensual, romantic and a total turn-on!
What a perfect comparison of a woman's flesh and scent to that of orchids. Their scent mild and intoxicating and their feel silky and milky smooth. This is a most romantic write, Robert with a touch of erotica so nicely presented, portraying the highest respect and representation of your Orchid...lucky flower that she is!
Dear Jude,
You must be greatly inspired to write such romantic, passionate verse. This cannot be called erotica (I don't know why but I have negative associations with this word) but it is sensationally sensual.
Brilliant work most talented poet!
Chanti
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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so gentle and suggestive..............
big sigh here :0
pax A
Robert, in your opening statement (bio), you remark that the act of poetry is transformative ... the artist becomes the poem, and the poem becomes the artist ... and I see this poem as a beautiful manifestation of that "merging" impulse and entirely consistent with the vision / ideal you express regarding our "poetential" (LOL) to become living art.
In other words, woman becomes flower becomes woman. There are countless poems about flower as metaphor for female, but the layers of meaning packed within the sparseness of the words is exceptional here.
I think this poem is brazenly sexual and highly-charged eroticism, but hey, maybe that's just me. :-) Anyhow, it got me to think and to feel, and what more can a good poem do, really?
--Bill Brent
Your inspiration and love pours forth in this gem, a true wave of luscious sensualism. Stunning write Jude.
warm hugs
Elga
and you called it right
luscious~~~~~~~~
I believe that flowers are very attractive
and have a way of stirring our emotions.
Blessings,
Joseph
TRASK
On top of your luscious
Wave of orchids"
A fragrant ride!
Par Excellence...
Love tinka
Take care,
Sherry
You must be greatly inspired to write such romantic, passionate verse. This cannot be called erotica (I don't know why but I have negative associations with this word) but it is sensationally sensual.
Brilliant work most talented poet!
Chanti
Reindeer
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Jude you've captured sensuous perfectly. You hold it's fragrance in the palm of your hand.
Breathtaking write Robert.
Lisa