Nove Otto of Roses
By Fox-Trot-9
Rose 0. Prologue
This garland made of roses bright
Shall grow with every piece I write,
A large bouquet of roses bowled
Within this sacred cup of wine,
Arranged in measured groups of nine
Between nine interludes of gold:
And so it flows with magic words,
A magic stream of sound that girds
The soul within its gentle fold.
Behold! The wine now filters up
To let you drink from out this cup
Of wonders new and manifold;
In every rose is something true
That makes the old resound anew,
As though the magic bells of old
Still clang the timeless tune of life
Between the battle cries of strife
That haunt this land with glories bold.
So drink this wine, this sacred mix,
And count from one to thirty-six;
And while you're counting as you're told,
Now close your eyes: you'll see a fount.
Keep counting till the final count;
Then open them, and you'll behold
A garden path of roses where
Our journey through this thoroughfare
Begins and ends: let it unfold.
(To be continued...)
A/N: Yep, you read right. This is a nove otto of 3 stanzas. Trust me, you have no idea how many times I had to look up the rhymes for '-old'. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: Nove Otto are 9-line poems with 8 syllables per line, rhymed aabccbddb, created by Scott J. Alcorn. This collection is more spiritual, meditative and humanistic. I explore different topics on the human condition and experienc...
