Poetry is like vomit. It just comes up unbidden. With thoughts you can't admit And feelings best kept hidden. You start with the sun and flowers And then the shadows crawl in. Strangle the moon for hours Until blackness is your kin. The angels with their pretty wings Flutter by with halos shining. You are deep in darker things, Where hope is now declining. Poetry in a toilet bowl. Not with sweetness, slowly gushing. Your heart is like a lump of coal And emotions just need flushing. There IS a lighter side to life! Look at the sunrise pinking. We all have some storm and strife. Getting better takes some thinking. Tomorrow is another day for you. Maybe easy, or maybe not. Look and see if the sky is blue, It's the only sky you've got! ~ © Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com) ~ © Photograph by Tom (tomWYO@aol.com) July 18, 2003 Writers' Corner Index