Treasure Island

Vaughn Wood

(November 15 / San Rafael, CA)

Contented Continuance


It’s not too often you get a moment with one so wise
Wisdom appears in many shapes and colors
But one must be careful
So do lies

Time granted the season for an Orchid to bloom
A moment of awestruck luster it was
Then with one surrender
A peaceful landing did loom

From where did it come from?
Where did it go?
Nowhere, yet somewhere
A simple I am that I am
and please continue

Submitted: Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 05, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I find many aspects of nature having perfect metaphorical value to much of the human experience, especially when it comes to relationships. Like my well-meaning attempt to keep my first beautiful and colorful orchid alive forever, I had much the same experience with love and marriage. This poem was written around the one year anniversary of my divorce. Continuing can be a bigger challenge than most expect, but necessary and thankfully natural, just like my Orchid, from beauty to ashes, going nowhere, yet somewhere. Keep on keepin on peeps.

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