Before breaking apart

Words written upon the page,

Coming from my heart.

 

Pictures form inside my mind.

Words I write can be nasty or kind.

I'm drowning in a sea of images.

Some touch me deeply, others skirt the fringes.

 

I love this poetry lark

But, sometimes my poems are dark

As I recall times of long ago

When I was feeling rather low.

 

I prefer to write the funnies

And see people hopping like bunnies

Rolling around with laughter

And living happily ever after.