Poetry: An Orchid’s Death

In a vision–I
heard an
orchid
bleed red
and die
it woke me
from my
troubled sleep.

From this sound
came my vision
of waking
from sleep
because an orchid
die right then.

From the meaning
I felt I’d heard
enough, yet had
seen no vision
as yet
and I never did.

So strange that a
vision could sense
but make no sound
and see nothing but
and orchid did
die then.

In a dream–I
saw a vision there
and it sounded
so very dead
and intensely red
as I slept
an orchid
faded away.

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