Art is a Verb that becomes a Poem
The stem, the petal crown, and the center
become Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow,
a Timepiece, of Symmetry, and a Form
Each of its leaves is a journey onward
against its own death beginning in Verse
A birth is its answer, form, and Purpose,
toward Beauty toward consciousness
Mercy, equality, and Equipose
Whereas the Sea is Circled peacefully...
the color, the movement, and the shape
of it seems hardly a flower at all
but the restlessness of making a sound
and a parallel, a mirror profound.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.