Poetry of Your Making

You are lead and are leading, yet you hide before me, oh end, oh road to the mystery, the opening of a place of nature, to the next point to its answer. Are you real, oh Road? Are you real, oh Canopy? Are you a place of wonderment, and a place of innocent nature before me? Be open to what may appear in its own becoming, its own changing moment and journey to its peace, its happiness, its lovely nature of being, of open, of mystery to its need. So, next time, oh road to you, next time, oh journey into nature and peace.

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

Will you walk with me, and journey to its mystery, will you walk with me? Until then.

A gourd appears as a squash does. Are you one, or the other? You are real to what you are and become a part of the Garden. Alone, and possibly a miracle as you were not planted there, yet you rise to form into what you are and more.

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

When you play with gourd, remember the point and create anything you want with one. Artistic making is of need but also works its purpose and renews its needed glory and its homage to life on Earth. Be open to its seed and grow it in any form and it will serve one purpose to the other and more.

Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

You are an opening. You are real as a sign, as a garden leads to you and leads to another. When you open to sign and stone, you open to the path and pray it will glory and wood and more.

When a wood appears, so do you. You are surrounded by wood and by me. You are open to others in need as I am. You are a cabin in need of guests and of glorious enjoyment, laughter, and peace. You are real for people as am I in that distinct becoming, opening, and more.

You are an evergreen to green being to each other. You are young, oh evergreen, you are young, oh August lizard of the moment. Be quick, oh evergreen lizard, be quick and hard to catch in the sun, in the ears of your existence and more.

When, oh summer, will it end? You are still warm, you are still warm.

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.