Sometimes

Sometimes, I feel like a Painting.
All Blotched in color,and streaked in line.
Like a frozen moment, I feel,
Like a mood, I feel,
Like the still of time.

Sometimes, I grow Like a Tree,
All High and Silent,
Though actually competing,
Like the Spread of a branch, I grow,
Like a Shrub, I grow,
Sometimes like a pine.

Sometimes, I Love like a Song,
All Melodic and Beating,
To a Pulsating Time,
Like an Impromptu Solo, I love,
Like a Violin, I love
like a Serenade, a Rhyme.

Sometimes, I Weep like a Poem.
Like an Elegy,Sometimes, I cry.
Incomplete, Like a Haiku, I weep,
Like an Incredible Word-Flow, I Dry.