Dost Thou Wilt Awry
Saline ocean faceless,
dew tarnish tear drops mirrors
Be past do solemn reflections
that RIP tides Woke Wake
Hooves Bee,
washed smooth,
out onto see escapes
Forlorn yesteryear memories,
blossom quake sprout spuds.
Dye soul Will wilts,
fallow Bee Poet Tree –
bite barks barren
Words crisp en-crusted composts,
blown bye wrought winds
Gusts swirling,
whirling writ whirlpools,
kneading knot knees
To plant fertile future footing,
to seed terse verse Temple Lobes.
What if, long lone gone.
What be left, this muddle morass
Hour glass cock, moaning mooring
increased hallow orifices
Quick sand pores,
sandstone landscape,
shifting willow wills
Dreary facial Rembrandts,
composite composure cracks dry.
Age spots dost wither youth,
mired mid weather leather raw hide
What was anew presence,
slips beyond birth,
aging bark echo rings
Whence thy eyes form eyeglass,
sad saddles insight,
focuses fractured
Indentured,
mid skeletal frame vanishing cream:
Dost Thou Wilt Awry
THS 1966 Poet
Dost Thou Wilt Awry
Saline ocean faceless, dew tarnish tear drops mirrors
Be past do solemn reflections that RIP tides Woke Wake
Hooves Bee, washed smooth, out onto see escapes
Forlorn yesteryear memories, blossom quake sprout spuds.
Dye soul Will wilts, fallow Bee Poet Tree – bite barks barren
Words crisp en-crusted composts, blown bye wrought winds
Gusts swirling, whirling writ whirlpools, kneading knot knees
To plant fertile future footing, to seed terse verse Temple Lobes.
What if, long lone gone. What be left, this muddle morass
Hour glass cock, moaning mooring increased hallow orifices
Quick sand pores, sandstone landscape, shifting willow wills
Dreary facial Rembrandts, composite composure cracks dry.
Age spots dost wither youth, mired mid weather leather raw hide
What was anew presence, slips beyond birth, aging bark echo rings
Whence thy eyes form eyeglass, sad saddles insight, focuses fractured
Indentured, mid skeletal frame vanishing cream: Dost Thou Wilt Awry
THS 1966 Poet
I agree with TW below. You are an original, not bound like so many poets to traditional words and structure.
Ron
Be assured, you are an original like very few can be!
CUDOS! Wignesan