Mind of an Orchid

“After all, I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh


Mind of an Orchid

maybe it’s better she can’t speak

hanging there like a chandelier

above men with pumped chests

celebrating pedestrian achievements

splitting the atom and autonomous cars

the proliferation of apps, duh!

20 million years after a miracle

discovered in Miocene amber

the blossom of an orchid




About Jim Brennan

Jim is a Philadelphia-based writer, author, poet and editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal.
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2 Responses to Mind of an Orchid

  1. Jeanie says:

    Beautiful poem Jim!


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