Poet Dye Thy Words Weight - Less

Having dye dreaded
present presence
Thee threw out
thy treaded past casket
Anew building up
fresh flair
sence~tences
Graven solemn weight
that ceased to exist
Light spring bounces
creased renewed verses.

Dew feel
thy moist lisp
pure refresh meant
~ kiln flame
Bee buzzing reincarnation’s
wild flower lark spirit
Serenade ring meadow
morn break ping
sun light
Transposing gloom
adrift breathing room
open space
Worn tattered
petrified bark
does evolve
cocoon rhyme.

Break free
thy utter attachment
bare nipple shackle
Breast milk
where one sucks away
all their life time way
To follow
to fallow –
unseeded
amidst poet tree burrows
Eye to I
dead end parchment
weather worn
tragic terse
Follow wear others
who guide
thy impotence conception.

God
thee must shed
utter religion
that suckles thee
hope less
Where
we not enjoined
to cultivate enlightened
wry Literature
Tincture rapture
that must bud life’s
ambrosial extract perfume
Fuming imagination
aflame ring
preamble stanza
spry vocabulary
Verbiage vowels
that tread
trailing consonant
tidal wave images.

Cut down
moved over -
time and rhyme cut again -
for not complying
Too Bee -
bap-dismal neutered
circum-sized
minuscule scaled poet
Knot bark
knocks be hollow
naught to be
but limp kindling would
Could have been
should bee-ing destroyed
amidst dire termination
Vagabond troubadour voyager
ferments within
time’s cocoon vacuum.

What if,
What if,
rhyme could fly free Spirited
What if,
poet’s would burst aflame
cocoon containment
What if,
the should naught
words share
present presence exuberance
What if:
Poet Dye Thy Words Weight – Less


HeArtMosphere Poet



Poet Dye Thy Words Weight - Less

Having dye dreaded present presence
Thee threw out, thy treaded past casket
Anew building up, fresh flair sence~tences
Graven solemn weight that ceased to exist
Light spring bounces, creased renewed verses.

Dew feel, thy moist lisp, pure refresh meant ~ kiln flame
Bee buzzing reincarnation’s wild flower lark spirit
Serenade ring meadow morn break ping sun light
Transposing gloom, adrift breathing room open space
Worn tattered petrified bark, does evolve cocoon rhyme.

Break free, thy utter attachment, bare nipple shackle
Breast milk, where one sucks away, all their life time way
To follow, to fallow – unseeded, amidst poet tree burrows
Eye to I  dead end parchment weather worn tragic terse
Follow wear others, who guide thy impotence conception.

God, thee must shed, utter religion that suckles thee hope less
Where, we not enjoined, to cultivate enlightened, wry Literature
Tincture rapture that must bud life’s ambrosial extract perfume
Fuming imagination, aflame ring, preamble stanza, spry vocabulary
Verbiage vowels that tread trailing consonant, tidal wave images.

Cut down, moved over - time and rhyme cut again - for not complying
Too Bee - bap-dismal neutered, circum-sized minuscule scaled poet
Knot bark, knocks be hollow, naught to be but limp kindling would
Could have been, should bee-ing destroyed amidst dire termination
Vagabond troubadour voyager ferments within time’s cocoon vacuum.

What if,
What if, rhyme could fly free Spirited
What if, poet’s would burst aflame cocoon containment
What if, the should naught words share present presence exuberance
What if:
Poet Dye Thy Words Weight – Less


HeArtMosphere Poet