Poetry

 From a Garden to a Flower - by  laura botsford 

I will be waiting around the tattoo of memories that there
In needled calligraphy across a lineage of skin
I am remembered
For etched across my heart are the worlds that sing of
Freedom
The ones wandered through slowly
Where poets tremble in
Beneficently, boldly as we walked through
God¡¦s Imagination
We melted our colors together, turning our souls into
Glass paintings that only light will shine through.
Feeling all, never missing a simpatico beat
Articulating rhythms into the global spheres as we returned ourselves back home in envelopes or post cards of where we had been.
How was it? A friend asked.
I answered without words really
For it was everything presently vast,
Winking of easy understanding, notable grace with
Mutable colors that washed my head in rainbows sent from planets that only know True Love.
It exalted and transformed me with removable parts that
Interchanged until a new perfection was formed.
The bay, incandescent
Once more resplendent
And for all lyric intended; I surrendered to ascendancy
The radiant sun song unequivocally encouraged Muse-sion,
Breaking me up into the dawn above the new earth's
Summer foliage with my own luminous fusion.