growth of a writer

 

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.

 

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. I of July
    Jan 26, 2015 @ 04:58:21

    so rich and healthy… your words are food 🙂

    Reply

  2. Anthony Desmond
    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

    Reply

  3. bmiller007 (@bmiller007)
    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…..

    Reply

  4. freyathewriter
    Mar 05, 2014 @ 22:37:48

    This was indeed mesmerising, I loved the hypnotic quality of this description of your journey!

    Reply

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