2012-05-25T08:32:17-04:00May 25th, 2012|Creativity|

How to write poetry

Some poets are hulking ships of patience
moored by a lilac tree
or a laundromat
for the words to drip out.

Other poets are flirtatious
sidling up next to the smells
yes, a cemetery can flirt back
and so they charm it
into revealing
its backstory.

I don’t know any other way
except to bully the world
I am greedy and fast
it’s a staring contest
I’m a poet on a deadline
and the remarkable thing is how they all surrender
like today
as I stood on the deck
if I hadn’t seen the elm tree
fling her seeds into the wind
I would have sworn
the sky was coated
in butterflies.