Take a seat.
G’day. The Orchid Room is a fluid collection of some of the internet’s most interesting new writers. It evolves organically which is why it is named after a flower. My name is Paul. And this is The Orchid Room. There is a stage with a bored looking band. On the stage is a microphone with a stand. It is very rarely used as the room is small and very intimate. To be heard one only needs to speak. It is populated by various shady characters of uncertain origin. Time seems a little distorted by the music and the scent of silk perfume,
I’d like to recline on a chaise longue
by a window that looks out over the Huangpu
while someone plays exalted piano
and I listen and unravel
the mysteries of this tantalizing room…….opium.
Id like to slide a chair
up to the stage,
sit in wide eyed innocence
Listening to the people
banter and play,
all the while peeling
layers off my well placed
skin….
Hi Paul,
I wrote a piece for here. I posted it on my blog.
http://dewyknickers.wordpress.com/2008/01/11/once-more-with-feeling/
Rose
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I’d like to sit in the smoky gray
with my inhibitions
swirling up up
gathering in clouds
on the ceiling.
I’d like to step
out of my self,
leave my skin
in a wrinkled pile,
kick it out of they way.
I’d like to sit naked,
a heart beating
to the rhythm
of a poem,
a soul thrumming
to piano notes
that weep.
smoky grey cigar smoke unfurls
above my head
as if my thoughts dance and depart
visibly, presenting me as
A person who is more skilled
and thoughtful
but I am more willed
and artful, in this life
and in the next
I will be too
saxophone moans
and screeching tones
speak words that hide
in my mouth
next to my breast
next to my heart
These are a couple of great Orchid Room poems. Music, atmosphere, sensuality, intelligence, let’s dance,