Teaching Poetry
Teaching Poetry
He says he wants for once to write it right,
He says he wants for once to write it right,
to find the perfect puzzle piece that completes
the incompleteness of his thoughts.
“It’s
a feat,”
I tell him, “a wondrous work of words to write
a poem worthy of the muse; to find
the lines that adequately scratch your itch
to speak, to find the slipper that fits
the dancing feet that whirl around your mind.
I motion him to my desk and point along
the wall to the wastebasket piled high
with crumpled sheets.
“If
you want to say it right,”
I tell him, “you'll need to learn to write it wrong.”
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