A poem of mine entitled "The Gardener and The Flower." Written in free verse. What it symbolizes is pretty obvious.

The Gardener and The Flower


The drooling gardener, decrepit geezer on the inside,
Scurries from his hidden hermitage
And creeps, on all fours, into a glorious garden
Where Venus-Flowers are in full bloom.

Dangling his rotten, rusty shovel
He stoops over a delicate-blossom
Whose stalk is green and slender
Whose petals laugh golden-blonde beneath the smiling sun.

With feeble force he thrusts his feculent spade
Deep inside the fresh and sensitive soil,
Digging up the precious flower
Whose struggling roots are ripped from the pure soil.

He hobbles off into his Night
Appearing as a wounded dog.
The desecrated-flower is left naked in the dirt
An innocent outcast of her own kind.

And sprouting from the innocent-pit
Emerges a bastard-bud:
A bless’d burden to his verdant-mother
Abandoned by his bestial-father.