Too Bee Seen And Bee Heard

It was something
made of nothing
so it seemed in formed
It twas devoid light
sensing it had space
in dark void matter
Enclosed it could imagine
phantom shapes in tactile touches
That composed an skeletal shell encasement
within one sole entity.

Yet, as it moved
around a platform
it had gravitated fiction surface
Embedded impeded obstacles
it had to manipulate itself around
With stiff resistance
some moved
while some did naught budge
But without search light
what were these hidden hurdle hindrances.

Black blackened blankness lacking shade
bane shadow definitions
Inside insight
outside sight
lacked spatial temperance refinements
Dawn never manifested day
nor did moonlight navigate constellations
Time could not equate tides
nor see hour grains fall
clock wise on hands.

It was something
made of nothing
so it seemed bound to sound -
so silenced
It twas devoid sound
sensing it had ears
in dark voids
bee stilled deaf years
Deafened wish could sing
hear yea songbirds
not announcing morning –
nor twilight
A lone volume
time never varied a toned
attuned to word characters
never being felt.

Drip be naught
drop bee sought
waterfalls wall pound
never hear ring thunder
Tick still daylight
tock silent night
howl of dye screeching owl
never dost ever echo
Eerie yea naught vocal existence
Too Bee buzzing dead knot
in scribbled grave sense tenses
Ears yearn
lips redacted
dyed soul RIP Knight Cries
tears falling still in Silent Mares.

Blank blanketing blackness absentee voice
virgin vain vibrating Wake enumeration
Inside verse
outside terse
live Dead Poets
who lack worthwhile vocal annunciation
Dost Poet Tree exists
whining within coffin closed pages
a gist Headstone Novel testaments
It has to be something
made pure in Poetry senses
so it is esteemed seam deemed -  
Novel bound
Too Bee Seen And Bee Heard

HeArtMosphere Poet

Too Bee Seen And Bee Heard

It was something, made of nothing, so it seemed in formed
It twas devoid light, sensing it had space, in dark void matter
Enclosed it could imagine, phantom shapes in tactile touches
That composed an skeletal shell encasement, within one sole entity.

Yet, as it moved around a platform, it had gravitated fiction surface
Embedded impeded obstacles, it had to manipulate itself around
With stiff resistance, some moved, while some did naught budge
But without search light, what were these hidden hurdle hindrances.

Black blackened blankness lacking shade, bane shadow definitions
Inside insight, outside sight, lacked spatial temperance refinements
Dawn never manifested day, nor did moonlight navigate constellations
Time could not equate tides, nor see hour grains fall, clock wise on hands.

It was something, made of nothing, so it seemed bound to sound - so silenced
It twas devoid sound, sensing it had ears, in dark voids. bee stilled deaf years
Deafened wish could sing, hear yea songbirds, not announcing morning – nor twilight
A lone volume, time never varied a toned, attuned to word characters never being felt.

Drip be naught, drop bee sought, waterfalls wall pound, never hear ring thunder
Tick still daylight, tock silent night, howl of dye screeching owl, never dost ever echo
Eerie yea naught vocal existence, Too Bee buzzing dead knot, in scribbled grave sense tenses
Ears yearn, lips redacted, dyed soul RIP Knight Cries, tears falling still in Silent Mares.

Blank blanketing blackness absentee voice, virgin vain vibrating Wake enumeration
Inside verse, outside terse, live Dead Poets, who lack worthwhile vocal annunciation
Dost Poet Tree exists, whining within coffin closed pages, a gist Headstone Novel testaments
It has to be something, made pure in Poetry senses, so it is esteem seam deemed -  Novel bound
Too Bee Seen And Bee Heard

HeArtMosphere Poet