Sweet Rose.

sweet rose
such beauty blooms
what hand should touch this grace
or eyes close less sparkled neath dreams
your beguile wreathes siren song, gently played
offers this heart mere servant blessed
gaze I shall, breathed summer
my humbleness
sweet rose

shimmer

petal and soul

dare not the river weep

your fairness also ripple borne

tender this burden well my fragile child

such is the sweetest rose wind blown

through ocean, mortal bound

whence again made

shimmer

Author notes

Double Rictameter. ( I can't remember the proper term for two rictameters )

So, please just write in a form for me.

A contest entry

The "F" word... No, not that F word. by The Reapers Angel. 400 points, ended November 18, 27 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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The Reapers Angel
November 4

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Very nice layout. I have never been able to write a good rictameter before because I found it difficult, but you make it look breezy.
This is very good, and the picture is well picked. The wording is brilliant, it flows so well and gives kinda an olde time feel to the poem.
Job well done, thank you for entering.

~angel
AliceinPoetryLand
November 4
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*Sigh* What a poet