Sail Thy Forevermore Quilts
by David Lester Young — Read all 1,103 poems by David Lester Young
I keep hoping to excel in Poetry, but the till of the plow has miles to go, years to tread, and tears to shed.
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Wednesday, December 4, 2019
Sail Thy Forevermore Quilts
Whence dos thou, wrought up, rich rhyme
Knead thy plow fertile, amidst heart rhythms
Till thee yester mind, dew yields wry morrow
Fallow naught, shallow delay, dyed wheelbarrow.
Dost naught rust, amongst dust, knot say utensils be propagation
Alas anew shines, polish, paint - be still unused, procrastination
Henceforth, wilt thou vacate, thy skeletal fingers aged scrabble
Or hereto forth, nurture nature importance, adrift sage brabble.
Yeast yea, arise alight, thy seeds - germinating sprout’s spry worth
Ply they soul emerging purpose, naught erstwhile, but worthwhile
Tis naught, thy mind be hallow, naught fallow, when thee Will – wilts
Oh Poet, dew awake the moon, sun, stars - Sail Thy Forevermore Quilts.
Sail Thy Forevermore Quilts
Whence dos thou
wrought up
rich rhyme
Knead thy plow fertile
amidst heart rhythms
Till thee
yester mind
dew yields
wry morrow
Fallow naught
shallow delay
dyed wheelbarrow.
Dost naught rust
amongst dust
knot say utensils
be propagation
Alas anew
shines, polish, paint
- be still unused
procrastination
Henceforth
wilt thou vacate
thy skeletal fingers
aged scrabble
Or hereto forth
nurture nature
importance
adrift sage brabble.
Yeast yea
arise alight
thy seeds
- germinating
sprout’s spry worth
Ply they soul
emerging purpose
naught erstwhile
but worthwhile
Tis naught
thy mind
be hallow
naught fallow
when thee
Will – wilts
Oh Poet
dew awake
the
moon, sun, stars -
Sail Thy Forevermore Quilts.
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