Posted on March 8, 2013April 15, 2021 TEACHING THE UNPOETIC HEART Next week I begin my poetry unit New students – new approach But what? Only a few will admit casual hook-ups with the art-form Will my desire be enough for those hearts who fail to see the ‘blues’ in a Stormy Monday? Do I want them to see me anguished & pounding words into order solidifying my life in confessional meter? Do I let them in on my secret crazy spinning tie-dye history? A history I have yet to mourn Do I say my poetry is simply my ‘other’ novel or desire repurposed? Do I want them to hear my cursing the last tea bag on this cold March morning and the tiny hole that allows Earl Grey to escape into my oversized mug Warming my cold hands this last cup – confirming a short unit 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...