Ikebana Poetry

by Abner Dormiendo

Language is a garden
where words bloom in hiding.
Do you like flowers? Here,
let me write you a poem —

have they discovered a rose
that matches the color of your cheeks,
or a word for the laugh you make
when the world amuses you?

This is a bouquet of things
I wanted to give you:
irises for your eyes
tulips for your lips
sonnets for you hair
and haikus for your hands.

I searched the dictionary
to explain how I feel
when your mouth blossoms
into a charming smile;
scoured every garden in the world
for a flower with delicacy
that compares to your fingers.

There are eight hundred thousand words
and a million species of flowers
yet no poet nor florist
can rearrange them
to capture
you.

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