Knot Tied Not Too Bee

A Lone Poet
mid isolation
mime contemplating
Invisible Be
thy dyes stains
pane pit mooring
Evaporative dried river
“I” whitewash dry bleach
Fall victim
to hourglass vanity
blank sod mirrors

A Cross words
that Bridge onto
nevermore eternity
Where poet’s dead end
mid future
fail lure attempts
Musk created
dye impossible,
to trump the Pied Piper
Who reign Supreme Masters,
over the HeArt of America.

Whom am I to eye,
butt a bookworm
excrement
Whence novel minded
Literary cast off dusk dust
When opened,
upon petrified
poet poem seedlings
Do reincarnate to feed
Phoenix flame
fame Chaucer.

Be Yeats
that prances
Irish heart spring
beats terse
But Dew Knot poets
get tied taunt
to subjected silence
Where mid projected poverty,
they instill
Poet Tree roots
Nurturing a sown
scorned seed to root
a gist future futility.

Fertile minds dew wilt,
mid fallow sorrows,
amid praying
fraught knead
Working heart girth
hearth warmth,
within thy core
creed conception
That if one builds
powerful stanzas,
they will survive
tides of time
Wish I may,
Wish eye might.
Preying I to eye be
~
Knot Tied Not Too Bee

HeArtMosphere Poet

Knot Tied Not Too Bee

A Lone Poet mid isolation mime contemplating
Invisible Be thy dyes stains pane pit mooring
Evaporative dried river “I” whitewash dry bleach
Fall victim to hourglass vanity blank sod mirrors

A Cross words that Bridge onto nevermore eternity
Where poet’s dead end mid future fail lure attempts
Musk created dye impossible, to trump the Pied Piper
Who reign Supreme Masters, over the HeArt of America.

Whom am I to eye, butt a bookworm excrement
Whence novel minded Literary cast off dusk dust
When opened, upon petrified poet poem seedlings
Do reincarnate to feed Phoenix flame fame Chaucer.

Be Yeats that prances Irish heart spring beats terse
But Dew Knot poets get tied taunt to subjected silence
Where mid projected poverty, they instill Poet Tree roots
Nurturing a sown scorned seed to root a gist future futility.

Fertile minds dew wilt, mid fallow sorrows, amid praying fraught knead
Working heart girth hearth warmth, within thy core creed conception
That if one builds powerful stanzas, they will survive tides of time
Wish I may, Wish eye might. Preying I to eye be ~ Knot Tied Not Too Bee

HeArtMosphere Poet