Are we dancers making love to the loneliness of the wind?

Among the Orchids

©2016 by Jon Sargent

Your skin creases as it flutters

Where does the wind caress you?

Could you not find a flower to lie next to?

Its pedals within brazen reach

Now follows behind you

I see you write letters of surrender

Upon the wrapping coil of branches

Trapped in the vein of every absent leaf

Stabbed by the daggers that breach

Caught between worlds, this ghostly figure

I can hear its moans calling out to me

Are we dancers making love to the loneliness of the wind?

Who ravishes the morning dew

Or squelches moonlight on your naked back

The bramble hurricane spiral

Draws me into your eye forever

Above expectations that rotate furiously

Find the center that unwinds my twisted perception

To discover the secret of apparitions

That darkness does not shade the maelstrom aperture

Being ever present breaking forth

The sunlight streaming nectar

Piercing shadows with whisper voices

A song that beckons me to lie down

Among the orchids

The inspiration behind the poem

I find watching plastic bags caught in trees to be compelling,  because they're such rich metaphors for struggle and beauty.  Poetry, like all art, helps me to break out of the loneliness that I sometimes feel.  This is because I'm connecting with something larger than myself, rather than focusing exclusively on my own needs. "Make Art, Not Loneliness" might be a worthwhile slogan for our generation, don't you think? 

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