Poem older draft before I rearranged it

The Huskys Foundation

Grass does not make for a meadow
where stairs lead no place.
Lectures do not ensure substance.
Clinging to the system of scholars,
intelligence is just a faade.
Behind purity lies concrete.
She weaves through those trees,
takes flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a buzzing bee,
she finds a 13 backflip talent.
All of this began with those four pillars
meant for stability, holding nothing.
Everything is cracked
when even a rock can
topple a foundation.
You cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
She is among the insane
and I too fly with her.

Poem first draft submitted

A Huskys Foundation
A professor weaves through trees,
takes flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a buzzing bee,
she finds a 13 backflip talent.
Everything began with four pillars
meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.
Grass does not make for a meadow
no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like stairs that lead no place.
Everything is cracked when
even a rock can
topple a foundation.
You cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
She is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.

Poem work in progress

A Huskys Foundation
I watch the professor weave through trees,
taking flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
while she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a buzzing bee,
yet she finds a 13 backflip talent.
Everything began with four pillars
meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.
Grass does not make for a meadow
no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like stairs that lead no place.
Everything is cracked when
even a rock can
topple a foundation.
You cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
She is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.

Poem exercise for improving poem

A Huskys Foundation
Draft

Simplify/Connect

I watch the professor weave through trees,

taking flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
while she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a buzzing bee,
yet she finds a 13 backflip talent.

I watch the professor running

letting nature be her guide.
you see a bird in the sky,
but to her that is inspiration.
you see a bee going round and round
but she sees a bee doing backflips (inspiring)

Everything began with four pillars

meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.

The four pillars on campus

should help stabilize the university
yet they hold nothing.

Grass does not make for a meadow

no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like stairs that lead no place.

just because there is grass

doesnt mean its a meadow.
Lectures cannot ensure learning
despite the fact you are lead to believe they will
Intelligence is just a front, it doesnt mean much
just as deceitful as stairs that lead no place

Everything is cracked when

even a rock can
topple a foundation.

learning is flawed
when something little
can alter what you know about the system

You cannot find solidity

in learning
where insanity is poetry.
She is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.

Learning cannot be structured as a how to

if you want to be a poet
that is why in academics poetry is insanity
that professor is insane (aka a poet)
but then again
so am I

Poem in the midst of the revision process,

having some difficulty
A Huskys Foundation
I watch the professor weave through trees,
taking flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
while she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a circling bee,
yet to her its a 13 backflip talent.
Everything began with four pillars
meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.
Grass does not make for a meadow
no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like stairs that lead no place.
Creativity unlocks true brains.
Everything is cracked when
even a rock can
topple a foundation.
The pebble of poetry
will do away with this structure,
leaving nothing but the base.
For once, you cannot
be wrong when you write.
Creativity unleashes real art.
So now you have learned,
you cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
Here she is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.

Poem Im having issues with this poem (still)

A Huskys Foundation
Her students watch her
as she weaves through trees,
taking flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
while she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a circling bee,
yet to her its a 13 backflip talent.
Everything began with four pillars
meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.
Grass does not make for a meadow
no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like the stairs that lead no place.
Creativity unlocks true brains.
Everything is cracked when
even a rock can
topple a foundation.
The pebble of poetry
will do away with this structure,
leaving nothing but the base.
For once, you cannot
be wrong when you write.
Creativity unleashes real art.
So now you know,
you cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
Here she is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.

Poem FINAL
A Huskys Foundation
Her students watch her
as she weaves through trees,
taking flight with the wind.
You see a bird tracing boxes,
while she finds inspiration at every turn.
You see a circling bee,
yet to her its a 13 backflip talent.
Everything began with four pillars
meant for stability,
yet holding nothing.
Grass does not make for a meadow
no matter how late into spring.
Lectures do not ensure substance
for clinging to the system of scholars.
Intelligence is just a faade
like the stairs that lead no place.
Creativity unlocks true brains.
Everything is cracked when
even a rock can
topple a foundation.
The pebble of poetry
will do away with this structure,
leaving nothing but the base.
For once, you cannot
be wrong when you write.
Creativity unleashes real art.
So now you know,
you cannot find solidity
in learning
where insanity is poetry.
Here she is among the insane
and I too
fly with her.