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In the Gardener’s Gentle Hands

by Maureen Glaude

tending to the petunia bed
as the heads of petals start to wither
on the blooms who’ve passed their peak
the gardener investigates within
to see if an individual flower’s finished yet
or still a bud
before the delicate process of
picking off from the stem

gingerly he spreads the silky layers
peeking into the folds of green
where tucked inside the center between the leaves
a tiny pale clitoral peak
signifies
its bloom
and all its blush
is done

06/15/2001

Posted on 06/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/23/04 at 01:22 PM

Like my Trembling Stone poem, I like how this one's imagery and message are so subtly woven that it's difficult to divide concrete from metaphoric. Nice work; your diversity and prolificacy (if there's such a word) never fails to amaze me.

Posted by Traci Mabats on 06/23/04 at 03:19 PM

yeah, you could make the top part pink and the bottom part green and it would totally look like a flower. Its quite stimulating.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/23/04 at 08:18 PM

You never fail to touch my heart with the delicate imagery of your poems. This is so beautiful, I don't think I'll ever look at another petunia the same way again. Thanks, Maureen!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/26/04 at 05:23 PM

the analogy of flowers and intimacy is lush in this piece... bravo!

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