Too Bee
Buzzing To Be something, amidst nothing
A spec struggled, amid devoid barren aspirations
Zero did bark aloud, thy not hole tree - never more
For ever and even more - thy echo shrill screeches
Eye am here, there: backward and forward I sea,
Thy rocking chair creaking - Too Bee pollenation.
Prancing To Be motion, filled full of emotion
Darting about humming words, sailing verse
Adrift velvet soft currents of exquite elocution
Poets up-on magical "spell" flights, amid seer insight
Satin moist lips, dew bead soft, alight floral filaments
Aghast aliterated wings, To Be aloft celestial inspiration.
Poet To Be Honey - comb Poetry's golden sensual sensations
Dawning sun shine rays, carresing soul's serene pulsations
Baptismal renewal, amidst morning mists, with songbird chorals
Water color brush stroking dire texture that buds "Thee Bard."
Transmigration of rooted earth budding branches bright
Wherein To Be is TOO BEE - Poet Tree Honey Germination
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