A Flower Of The Mind Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A flower of the mind
From inside to be
Where fortune you will find
To set each creation free
Holding it up tight
A head for its thought
And bringing it right
That marvels have taught

Seed of its purpose
From the first rise
Like a multifold rose
Reaching to new skies
Each step is a swift
Through tides of creative
From wings up to lift
Each newly approbative

The earth is its critic
In molding headstone
From stance analytic
To the purest of tone
That gave each the crude
In making brave art
Where sketch is its mood
A plan of fresh start