Monday, April 9, 2012


The Gardener's daughter weeps, for Christ did not die to save the soul of the fragrant Rose that bows it's head to the shears of the Father.


Elaine Bradley said...

Deeply cryptic, you cut your daughter's hair -badly, and she cried? Please explain?

FetishGhost said...

One of my studio mate's has dragged me (willingly) into writing DaDa poetry for upcoming projects. It's turned out to be a bunch of fun to churn out these little cryptic works. This one has several meanings, one is private, but the general interpretation is a metaphor for my personal reservation regarding a basic premise of Christianity. That salvation is reserved for humanity alone,(although when pressed I'd have to admit that a flower is probably without sin).