Nodus Tollens

There comes a busy bee Flying round the garden A sight to see Doing its work Beyond the great tree Here there's a flower Full of nectar Nothing sour In this flower Waiting for the bee Here are the children Waiting patiently, just To see the Wren Snatch up the bee And then We witness a circle In place of the bee.

Taken in to the arms of the Lover There comes a gasp of air Then silence as two meet To share romance's breath Softly spoken words And dreams of ever lasting Oh what lies we feed upon When faced with our God Eros

And he flew man After he danced with the Devil Took the white snow And he came to the level Where he settled To be layed to rest And the put him in the coffin with his Sunday's best

I'm going to try to get back to writing. I'll probably upload some bad ones as the good stuff seems to be evading me but I hope you don't mind 😊

I lost my poetry