To Wit Too What

Two pieces, twine this duet - time peace.

To wit purpose, thee binds - thy dew rhyme.

Too what bonds, forever thee, UniVerse refrains.

To construe rhetorical heartfelt, lucid pure pulses,

Rippling adrift mystical winds in too - poured views.

Tried and true bearings, to wit words do cement.

To what attachment, dost thou amend seasons?

Wherein fall characters wilt, to flail on winter weather.

Frost, I bid thee adieu, to spring forth bud bright sprouts,

Where leaves of Poet Tree dew again, and again - bear fruit.

To wit, too what end, will thy troubadour journey trot lead?

Will thou words enunciate, vivid vowel vagabond passages?

Too deep-rooted barbs, thee bard pricks crisp exquisite chords

That enlighten minstrel lyrics in two clairvoyant crystal buoyancy.

To wit, too what beginning page – Dost Thy Free Verse note travel?

Wry winds, spry minds, dew flutter desert desolate amidst

To Wit Too What feels heart beats

To Wit Too What hears aloud Poets.

To Wit Too What sees the veins within Poetry.

To Wit Too What Sense Tenses bear Vocabulary

To Wit Two What acclaims thy Literary Poetic desert purpose.