imagination and thorn
this is a rose of my imagination –
its graphic red edge erratic,
nook of petals unending in fullness,
desert bell and mantra swell absolute.
its concept glitters a universe.
galaxies evolve out of mind –
quasar and star collapse in time,
supernovas surge to re-birth.
yet the rose is only so beautiful
because of its nostalgia, it is the rose
of my imagination, a rose I try
to love. the thorn still so uncertain –
Holly R. Appling lives in Canada. Her poems have appeared in QWERTY, Carousel, Leaf Press, Jabberwocky, WEIRDYEAR, Aphelion and The Scarlet Sound. More of her writing is at www.hollyappling.wordpress.com.