Poem Dost Thee Matter

Dust thou fall

Dost thee rise

What arises soon

Composts Fall

What hibernates

Will lift Spring

We cycle seasons

Revolving years

Recycle memories

Evolving decades

Tick the drip

Tock the drop

Too follow one

Heart breathes

In Out Birth

Beat dew

death depart

Between one

TOO exist

To write

Too stain

Upon thy panes

Of blinking windows

Eyelid micromanaging

The verse that senses

Thy life –

Amidst dye veins

Still spill thee

Amongst character fruition

Thou seed

TOO fertile generations

Framed photographs

Thy youth

Famed wordsmith –

Ages thee grey

Threadbare embossed

Frill thy quill

TOO BEE

An ambrosial passage

That leaves behind

Thee novel pages

Head stoned lined

In thought processes

Lined up

Side by side

UPRIGHT.

Dew Feather BRIGHT

Onto postscript smiles

Before dye post tap

Taps posthumous epitaph

Tap Tap

Rat a Tap Tap

You there

Hiding behind

Those eyes

Yes - YOU

Reading this

Shout OUT ALOUD

I am Here

I AM ALIVE

Tell the World

Upon thy whorls

That dew leaf proud

Thy Poet Tree bud

Blossoms living life

Amid poetic heart beats

In Thy Heart’s UniVerse

Being read and spoken

Throughout All Rhyme