His voice was so rhythmic …

Recounts his takings 
Working away on nature 
Splintering fragments 
Portioned off places, he moves 
Gathering memories 
Savoring his duty 
Gripping curvature
Intensified focus sees
One rhythmic change now
Brings pleasure and pain 

Sitting in comfort 
Glistening traces of beads 
Allowing exploration
Grinding down slowly 
Welcomes the changes, of men
Symbiosis felt
Warm liquids burst forth 
He laps up the nectar
Sweetness of honey
Abundance flows within 

- Queen Mother rests 
Oasis sleeps
Her honeycomb now complete. 

 I don't think I've ever read any poetry that uses 5 or 7 syllables like you do... It's really really cool and also the poem is lovely! Feels like a lullaby. 

 Thanks so much 🫡
Been writing forever ♾️ 

Still no idea how to get back …
Wait that’s untrue 🤣

Into 
Well may Be 
Time to become 
Intoxicated 

Opening my lap 
Top

Taken off or on…

(Focus, weirdo) 

Old laps on top 
Nibbles at pieces 
Of swollen Apple 🍎 

That I knew at age four 
Was my destiny
Fated

Fallen 
Or Broken 

 Love the way it starts 2-3-4-5,

then had me laughing out loud with the (Focus, weirdo) part. And then thinking about my mindset when I was four. You've got a really awesome talent!! 

 THANK YOU 🙏 Truly. 

Just started writing again a few years ago. It’s nice to know it is impactful. Humbled 🫂 

 Words will always have impact, but your words contain more than that... certain degrees of passion and witticisms are planted throughout. Really really nice! 💜🥰🫂 

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Well done compliment 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💜💜💜