pics not too good, but it is a real whale, hummingbird, and a real conch shell
with my feeble flowers just for effect
all pasted in a real photo;-)

~*~

I had this incredible dream
last night and wrote it down
 at 3:20 a.m. No I'm not
on anything;-)heehee

How A Poet Is Born

Creator sent His spirit to the ocean
Descended into it's depths
In harmony with the motion
He ejected a seed that would
Germinate a new species

A whale was the breed
That would host the seed
Until time for it to leave
It became a large conch like
Rainbow colored seashell
To be deposited on a wave
That would carry it to shore

Found by a girl on the beach
She took it to use  as a planter
Some dirt and purple wildflowers
Kept outside on her porch where
hummingbirds fed and as they flew
Some  nectar dispersed in the air
The wind carried it wherever it blew

When a woman is pregnant
If in the vicinity of nectar enhanced air
She breathes, and it permeates her womb
And when she gives birth, a poet is born

Creator made sure poets had His spirit
Knowledge of ocean, an idea of whale song
Of dirt and flower,and a sense of flight
The freedom of wind,  birth of humanity
And the remembrance of rainbows

For a poet must have all the tools neccesary
To write in a variety of ways that convey
The essence of the God who is and
Always was the Creator of Cryptic poetry

etw-2006