Poeatree

Written by: James Kosiorek

Poeatree

I Poet climbs in Poeatree
to far up high
where verse is free
And prose it buds 
on thinks and thoughts
right before as fruits their sought

I poet sits just like the dew
that formed on Poetry that’s new
between his thoughts and what I think 
just like the red mixed up in pink

I Climb back down for time permits 
no more of this poetic fit
I'll pick back up
I knows its true
When Poetry next
 demands its due