by Norman Ball
The thorn is instrumental to the rose.
Not mere impediment, but element.
For surely we would sate or overdose
or blooms would mantle without incident
into a barbless clutch of pricked desire.
Since hankering for beauty fans its flame
and having is the act through which we tire,
we reach and ouch and reach and ouch again.
Despite rebuffs, undaunted we persist.
The unpossessed, nine-tenths of beauty's law,
enjoys the game and, playing, does resist
by sprouting parapets of raking claws.
The beckon borne of blossom blunts the pain
of tiny teeth attending purple veins.
About the Author
It was once observed that, as others breathe, so Norman Ball writes which is to say, with a croupy wheeze that would concern any competent physician. No matter. A quick google finds him recuperating on all manner of venues such as Raintown Review, Light Quarterly, Main Street Rag, Berkeley Poetry Review, Rattle and Sonnetto Poesia. His Youtube channel is 'desertrun' and his sonnet CD Return to One is available at CD Baby while supplies last (and they've lasted awhile.)
Bed of Roses Love Sonnet Contest Winner
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).