The Best Images

a poem about a poet's images

 

 

 

They can be lovely or dramatic

or ugly and absurd

Sometimes they're rather funny

or sad beyond my words

 

The images I work with

can be my friends or foes

They can be quite annoying

and drive me nuts before I'm old

 

Sometimes they come and bop me

in the kisser before dawn

so I can't sleep a wink

before I turn my PC on

 

I have to let those babies out

They spring onto my page

and dance there very merrily

like they've escaped a cage

 

I love to see them magically

explode before my face

and cavort like little children

or jack rabbits in a race

 

But other times they go to sleep

and though I scream a lot

they absolutely won't wake up

They tie my stomach in a knot

 

I get disturbed and worried

Will my images return?

Without my inspiration

I'll have lots of time to burn

 

How is it the best images

pal around with certain poets

Do they take them out to lunch

or is it luck to which they owe it?

 

When I figure out the answer

I'll publish a great book

With poets it'll be a hit

you may want to take a look!

Author's Note

Graphic credit: Google Images

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Love this, Joyce! Yes, they are little imps that torture us to get out, or mischievously hide. Great flow and rhyme here, a fun read!

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thanks, Rita. Right now mine seem to do nothing but sleep. "The Best Images" is a poem I wrote a while ago, but wanted to post it on WC. I'm hoping my images get going soon. Otherwise I'm really going to be lost.

[Tom]

Imagery and good poetry go hand in hand!

A whimsical muse and sublime in creativity !

[Joyce S. Greene]

Thank you, Tom. I really appreciate your very nice words.