Irises Not Dreaming of Other Irises
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
An iris cannot dream. It cannot dream
Of blue, not even nearly purple blue,
That wishes it were black. A cherubim,
Once it had fallen, might in daydreams strew
The realm of irises with search for love,
A love with other beards that dream of falls
That want that strewing, holding up above
The center stylish arms for protocols
Of mating. Beards and arms, male stigmas find
Their way past frilliness and standard rules.
The pollen dust then seeks its way, though blind,
To splay its wished gold powder molecules.
Inside the curves of inner softness bent
Seeds grow where stronger perfect love was spent.
~ Phillip Whidden