Poetry of Your Making

When you grow, grow well. When you flourish, be of nature and feed, but don’t forget to save the seed.

Grow again, until next time. Remember what that means and always be of nature to eat well, store many times, and breathe its satisfaction before Fall appears, until then, until then.

Fall may bring joy, but the transformation is coming in its form, stay with the season, you will see its glorious change and glorious color to color painting in its natural form. Stay tuned.

When you pulse from a blueberry bush, you know to grasp and pull its berry as it is ready, as it is dust and opaque. When the bush opens to itself, it grows, it flourishes into more and lightens with the sun, its heat bearing on its opening, its many, its fruit, its fruitful, and its fullness into form. When you know to wait, be open to its glory and be open to its need and its meaning.

Summer and me, we flourish, we grow with all of its glory and what it offers in every form of Garden, and of Eden, yet lonely making also calls for all to know as alone and being are of its own making as well. So be holy to its creation and its rescue and its running nature of peaceful awareness and its course before God.

When you grow, grow in your pale, your white, your dream bloom, your opening, your closing, your mighty flourish, your bloom to bloom homage.

When you play, play with bloom and known being. When your homage grows above, remember what grows below.

When you flourish, flourish well and be holy to its growing and being aware of its making opens the way to its glory as a flower garden.

The glory becomes open to more being and making as they run deep and I know to run in them.

When garden connects one to the other, it forms itself into two lives, yet they are the same. What makes a garden grow, and what makes it new? Photograph and glory before each petal, before each stem, before each bloom as it forms in a garden, a glory, a state of mind.

Note: What makes a world glorious? What makes it a crest? What does life do when you know to play with garden and believe?

My making is of poetry, yet it forms in its the glory with idea to simile, to personification, to metaphor, to life, to image to its connection and act.

When lovers appear, be open to its being and be holy to its becoming as we become open to being in love, when it is ready.

Twins for a reason, and they are aware of each other before God. You and me are of tier to each other, yet one knows more than the other. Who is of right and who is wrong as people work the same way.

End of speech ends the talk, yet we know to keep going and collecting and become silent to you and to me. Solitude creates silence, yet there is always something speaking, much like the wind, and the trees, and the rain into life of a forest to grow.

I believe in poetry. When I make poetry, it makes a different way in what becomes real before you. Poetry book coming soon….

When you are open like a garden, be holy to my discovery and know to be known, seen, and bloom. I am a flower and in a garden of hope, meaning, and in love with a dynamic of poetry and know to be of nature to its being for the sake of being discovered and as open and seen as a morning glory. The garden and I are a glory to its being as it grows into the glory of an unknown to known state of its making. When you are a woman of the age, be open to what it does; it creates life and opens the way to life. You are a glory, oh maker, as is the making.

When you open, open with God and pray it works in its tier of being late and for being known for its purpose and its meaning as a garden of the age.

When you open, be open to you and to me; as you grow, you bloom.

The garden begins with budding and opens to its bloom. Garden and love appear as they flourish and spread.

When are you aware? What is your meaning? Where did you come from? Be holy to my answer and open the way to its glory.

Some grow in unison, yet others do not. When flowers appear and disappear they open to its glory after Spring showers and summer cusp. When you open the way to Spring, so do flowers in its life.

You are red and light, yet also know what you are; A sun is what you are. Then rise as the sun does, oh  flower of the east, oh flower of the flower garden that blooms when you rise, as will the sun one day, as will the sun one day.

You are hidden, yet there, oh yellow daisy in the bank. You are there oh daisies in the corner. Then glow like a baby in a crib, glow as the life of you does in the banks, in the banks, in the Garden of Eden, in the Garden of Life, in the Garden of Love.

A field? A garden? Or both. Never fade, oh field of flowers, never fade, oh love of the sun and of the rain and of the opening of your imminent glory as I wait for your glorious reign before Summer calls.

When you write poetry for the sake of ars poetica, be sure to know what it means to see and understand the life around the poem and not the picture as it can distract you as a poet so caution for those who read and understand.