Poetry of Your Making

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    • The Grassland and the Last Flower

      You, oh Fall, begin with the grasslands breathing its newness into a golden age of the fields. When you grow, you wisp, when you breathe you see. The grasslands are of tier to the fall, as are you oh Flower in the corner, and are made for a purpose, to flourish and seed for all to understand the place of my upbringing and more. When the grass grows, it turns golden, it turns sun, it suns into golden fields of glory and of being. The Red of you and the making of me become real to its majesty and its being. When I walk alone, I see you, oh lonely stringer, oh alone in its need as the season changes, you change color, as all do, when the time comes, time fades with your bright green image known to transform as the season does.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      You, oh mighty God, know why we exist. We are aware of your creation and know to care of its growing, making, and life. When I draw for the sake of becoming, I draw water from it glory, from its making, from a mountain spring to its need. Until then, oh spring, until then.

    • The Poetry

      To be clear and open to the making of poetry, I remind all that I have more for you and plan to finish my book by next year. I enjoy remembering and reminding those that I am in need and hope you make enjoy the poetic and glory of Ars Poetica, but more. I know of poetry in form, just be wary of who and what it is for; everyone and of myself in glory of its meaning. As I grow to know myself, you may appreciate that more than you think, oh watchers of my literary works and making and beyond.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

    • The Opening to You and to God

      When you sit and wonder, wonder where you are and consider the possibility of life in this place of peace, of talks, of firelight and being. When you play for an idea, it opens to its becoming as a way to its fireplace and stone seat. It is open to many and to the few that knew in the first place of its made, its existence its home without being a home and be sure to settle and know its own meaning as a place of peace and happiness to those who know I exist in this world as we do, often aware, often alone but not alone in this world. Do you see the potential of a world? Do you see?

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      You are also and opening in its natural state. Then wait, oh stone, oh place of waiting and hoping, believe in its awe as I wait, as we wait for an idea, and ideal sense of company and of joy in it. When people are alone, we are alone, yet we are not always aware of what to do to share our need for each other in its own right, its own way of knowing we need each other as God needs us, so be aware of poetry and life and it will open your eyes to the idea of being and of becoming to know each other.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      You, oh lady, are the last of your kind as Fall has come and we are ready and alone in its glory of its own becoming of change. You, oh flower, are the last of Spring watching, so fall oh Fall, and you will see what Eden means to me and to all who know to be of tier to its need.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      Be in awe of what is to come, and you will be as happy and as open to the idea of being a part of a whole, a bigger picture and open to Fall becoming, color and its vision in the future before you and more.

    • The Way to Me is…

      When you play with me, play in a garden and understand its glory. When you appear, you wonder and be. You are an opening to glory and to God. When you pray, pray for life on Earth to be and it will be open to its meaning and to its playful nature and its storm and its life as it grows and fades and grows again into peace, as do we with Him. He is glory as is the garden, and as are you, oh mother earth.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      You are a color but know the way, be holy to morning glory and pray he will know you and cherish the one of many to come before you. You are as rare as any, but there are more coming on the vine. Then follow, follow, follow the vine and know the source and know where it leads. If you cannot see, then know to see in God and he will open your eyes to His glory.

      Note: Be wary of tier and be sure to follow.

    • The Calla

      You are a lily, a Calla, a flower of nature and of being, yet you bloom, oh Calla, in nature of being late and being lonely in your state, your bloom, your natural posture, yet you are regal still in your bed, your worth is more regal as long as you know to care of its nature, its glory, its beauty, its need to exist as a Calla and holy to your white, bright glory in your state, in your sadness, yet still bright in the sun as the sun and more. So be wary of what you see, oh people, oh mighty glory of a flower and breathe your need, existence and becoming as you are as becoming and as lovely as me in my eyes, in anyone’s.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      If a Calla blooms in a state of moist air and sunny days be holy to its bloom, no matter how it grows. Don’t try to follow me as I breathe that glory of leaving and going alone but holy to being with you.

      Note: When you find glory, remember who is real about my nature of being clear to glory of the morning. Until next time.

    • The Pine Trees, The Road

      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.

    • You

      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”

    • The Opening

      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.

      Photograph Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      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.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

    • Evergreen

      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.

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

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

    • Late Bloom and Last of the Season

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

      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”
      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”
      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”
      Photograph by Randie Mayo “Bobbi”

      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.