God Makes a Flower

Written by a special poet named Jerry Bolton From woman I take mysterious crevices And build from within I pluck from warm southern winds Evolving spirits and calming influences Molding clay comes next Merging within the framework has begun The deep crevices pulsate with expectation I surround this embryo with clear mountain dew To immortalize To nurture its beauty And satisfy its thirst As it begins to bud and flower I squeeze aroma from distant, foreign lands A pleasing scent to bestow joy and smiles A rod of thorns, sharp Blood spiller if mishandled I stand back Observe my creation Not quite satisfied Handling carefully I cup in my hands The burgundy and crimson hue Of aurora borealis Let it trickle from my palms Onto the folds and crevices A pleasing flush Or maybe a blush Ahh . . . I stand back still not satisfied And so I bend And christen thee with a kiss Bestowing upon thou a soul of your own And baptize thee . . . Rose ©May 10, 2010 / Jerry Pat Bolton