mysterious journey
from mechanics
to meaning
is a gradual
unfolding
like the
budding of
a flower.
home-grown
humus of a
family garden
of verses:
stories told,
poems recited,
books read,
rhymes mesmerized
then memorized.
a greening love
for the glossy
color of words;
their calligraphic
coded stems;
musical cadence
leafy sounds
and fragrantly
nuanced meanings.
cloudy thoughts
rain clearer as
they flow
inky and wet
through pen
to paper;
dew distills
on blog post
petals.
discovery of
wordsmith
communities
is a fresh
gathering
of bouquets
or loading
rich fertilizer
into a red
wheelbarrow
to carry home.
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 26, 2015 @ 04:58:21
so rich and healthy… your words are food 🙂
Jan 26, 2015 @ 08:00:05
Thank you…your comment tastes sweet!
Mar 06, 2014 @ 01:40:38
love all the flower metaphors… My love for poetry started young: my mom would read me Maya Angelou every night b4 bed… but I didn’t start writing until 16… got my very own 1st book of poetry soon after… def changed me. great write
Mar 05, 2014 @ 23:38:35
calligraphic coded stems….smiles…i never really had poetry growing up…by high school i had two books…Jim Morrison and EAPoe…it was at 36 i started reading poetry books….about 6-12 months after i started writing it…..
Mar 05, 2014 @ 22:37:48
This was indeed mesmerising, I loved the hypnotic quality of this description of your journey!