During this monthlong survey of poetry, there is trouble.
So many decisions to make.
What should I teach today?
I want to say stop to
and simple forms.
Then one turns to another and says,
“Let’s write a rap abecedarian.”
Like the messiness of art class,
the instructor must allow
for paint splatters and stains,
for stalled-out cinquains
Poetry is hard.
Poetry is easy.
There are rules in poetry.
There are no rules:
Let the poem find its way.
This is the trouble with poetry.
This is the joy of poetry.