A colourful image, maybe a pond in spring or something. A simile, followed by a reference to a heart that ceased to beat. Look at how artsy I  am, my
Poem
starting right and moving left.
I
sometimes skip lines for no reason too,
just because Bukowski did it. Im not
close to as good as him,
especially when I've been drinking.
(I never want to write while drunk)
Anyway,
this is the end of the poem.

Ps. Sorry for being pompous