Take an ounce of inspiration watered with the sweat of labor plant it in the midst of pulp pressed, remnants of some long dead trees.
Add-jectives objectively liberally sprinkle verbs that will sprout among your nouns, both pro- and amateur always pruning in long strokes.
Trim dangling participles then scatter seeds of thought on imagination fertile where your poetry can bloom.
But take care with those who walk across your gardens of sweet dreams trampling all the thoughts you've leafed.
Predator editors snipping fruit of what your limbs have ripened, and critiques that reek havoc hailed in icy speck-ulations.
Plagiarists who pluck the finest to add stolen beauty to their own boring, barren plots.
Publishers who sow the weeds of vanity amidst your Eden that will cost you oh, so dearly and leave most of what you produce unmarketable to all.
Stay true to your own work, eliminate what's comma-tose which breaks the growing of awareness
Sit a spell, and then check carefully each and every nurtured row, Take a long, relaxed sabbatical, simply gleaning what's grammatical.
Then spread acres of bright smiles, amidst all those seeking samples from the harvests of great words offering only true perfection in a world that has grown weary of what's often found quite tasteless.