As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
Meanwhile in my head, Iām undergoing open-heart surgery.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.
Today life opened inside me like an egg.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.