The Unarranged Flower
*** This poem and collage is inspired from day eleven of the Advent Calendar
The Unarranged Flower
An arch of colors surrounds the reflection of a man
they call the unarranged flower.
He is the interrelationship
of main events, secret in plan
his circumstances unfounded.
Within his garden, the upper layer of earth
He scoops away unwanted parts
of growth – woody, climbing and trailing.
His shovel shifts and clears
the course dirt
Around the arbor of fragrant colored rosebuds.
The man has a gate
on this closed entrance
where drops of rain drizzle
and a star named sun is light and warm.
The unarranged flower produces an abundance
of compost for nourishment.
He is ripe, mature and fully developed
He is a perenial, continuing
Solid and constant
Soon he withers
He is below ground
Where his source core
was established
The man once again becomes
the seed, the spore
the beginning again of
the unarranged flower.
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