Friday Poetry – Orchids

“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.

  • http://www.BlueTerracotta.etsy.com Laura

    Beautiful poem!
    It’s nice to think of each individual person as a flower, some early bloomers, others late, or slow, each at its own pace, but every one beautiful when it blooms.

    • http://www.julianafinch.com jules

      That’s a lovely way to think of people, Laura.

  • http://signsofpotential.com/ Shannon

    Great metaphor. This really says something to me because I have a kitchen fill of dormant orchids right now… it never occurred to me to think of creativity as the same sort of unpredictable cycle. Thanks for waking me up to a little piece of my own life.

    • http://www.julianafinch.com jules

      That’s such a cool coincidence! I don’t have any orchids myself right now, but I love them.

Friday Poetry – Orchids

“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.




Friday Poetry – Orchids

“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.




Friday Poetry – Orchids

“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.




Friday Poetry – Orchids

“Thursday Poetry” has happened accidentally on Fridays enough times now that I’m just going to rename the feature Friday Poetry! So there.

Here’s a poem I wrote this morning while contemplating cyclical creativity.   In handling myself as an artist, I need to remember to be gentle and tell myself that just because I’m not blooming, doesn’t mean I’m not growing.  I hope you’ll do the same.


I heard about orchids once

that there are species which will not bloom
every season
like clockwork.

On the outside they appear barren,
silent,
producing nothing. But under
the dirt there is movement.

Underneath,
the roots are expanding and gathering,
listening to the world above. Wait.

When conditions are right, buds will unfold
and make you gasp
with gratitude.