My Heart Aches When I Read Poems

My heart aches when I read poems with word play, Like mixing all colors in painted clay. Random images just leap out like sparks The meaning intended misses the mark. Some write and label their poems a nonet While not taking time to see what is it. Writing's a school for learning till the end Tossed words are not salads we write and send. Poets take time to weave their creation Poems are born, like a child of expression. Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.19.16