The Rose Poem by Troy Clark

The Rose



I'm stalk of crippled rose
Rising down to putrid blade,
Rising forth through frauded ground

Began to open; A dark crimson heart
Beats upon petal of secret petal
Cold the black ice this dazzling light

Impure deep discord beneath surface
Encounter scratches of abstract art
Then exposed, pulsing beat forseen.

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