Violet Grooves Poem by Roger Bewman

Silky fog embraces the cultivating plants
hyper active monks collecting gods
the violet grooves of the trapezoidal sky
sometimes reflect the true face of a cry
Reassemble the fire points of relations
don’t neglect to speed up affiliations

The violet groove is on the move of this monstrosity
All the great leaders no longer moribund in this city

Violet grooves on the move
Violet grooves stand up and choose
Violet grooves you don’t have to lose
Just be loose and you’ll be ready for the snooze


Violet grooves on the move
Violet grooves it’s time to sit and think
Violet grooves you don’t have to blink
Just be insightful and you’ll be ready to be a king