Week 2, Calisthenics

When I got home from class last night, I went to poets.org and started gathering random lines.

1st Draft:
I see a lily on thy brow
its loveliness increases, it will never
you, my love still asleep in August as fair art thou, my bonnie lass
exposes dusty fissured yellow pearls
As Xanthus once, its gliding trout
Hung by a faded cord from a hole
mad-eyed from stating the obvious
your hands that I could see
and scaffolds my faith to scorn
Enters--and is lost in Balms
the rules of propagation.
In the open world green dips the leaves
and nobody comes while my husband
hoes this earth until I think of nothing.
It turns mine to wax--tiny core of two sycamores
peeling to bone white
The body's shadow turns to shape in time.

2nd Draft:
I see a lily on the brow--
its loveliness increases, it will never
sleep in August. Xanthus exposes dusty, yellow pearls
hung by a faded cord from a mad-eyed hole. Your hands scaffold
my faith and is lost in the rules of propagation
in the open world, green hoes this earth until I think of nothing.
The body's shadow turns to shape up time. 

3rd Draft:
When danger's loveliness increases, it will never sleep in August.
Xanthus exposed dusty, yellow pearls
hanging by a faded chord.
A mad-eyed hole scaffolds my faith--lost in the rules of propagation.
In the open world, the earth hoes the core until I think of nothing.
The body's shadow turns, to shape up disaster.

* The underlined words are words that I came up with lists of different choices. I feel like I could continue on that venture.