Damask Rose

by N J Thornton   Feb 15, 2007

Bluestocking Dic kinson -
a prattler, and lewd like a
mourning dove.
Yet, the deathwatch beetle,
and time - the bone of my contention.

And dewy eyes of a dunderhead,
reveal the wanton breadth,
of my awry tete-a-tete.

But, Maiden's poesies are curt,
and misdeemed,
like the damask rose bush.


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  • 11 years ago

    by umbra

    Is that a blush you bring to my cheek? I enjoy what the fact you create more than just an image, you create an atmosphere here.

  • 11 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    Not your best poem, but still great. It seems a little bit more forced.
    Still, you have a great vocabulary.
    ~Stephen White

  • 11 years ago

    by Crying_Angel

    What can I say? Amazing. Can see you took a lot of thought into this one OR you just a natural... Wish mines was good as yours :) 6/5

  • 11 years ago


    I really didn't like this poem. i don't even undersatnd it

  • 11 years ago

    by Bryan

    Well, this is a very complex but perfectly worded poem, love the complexity of the word choice, i give it a 5/5!!!

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