I decided to take the free, online, six week class on How Writers Write Poetry, offered by The University of Iowa. I do so much duty writing these days, I feel like my creative chops are a little dry (ever get that feeling, writers? It’s a drag!). Anyway– so far it’s really been interesting to flip words around a bit and play with some exercises. I’m not a poet– at all– so this is a real creative challenge for me.
Our first exercise was led by one of my mentors in school, American poet Robert Hass. I highly recommend his books, Sun Under Wood and Time and Materials. He’s utterly brilliant and the most lovely man. We had to write four poetic sketches: one, two, three, and four line bits just to play with technique and get our ideas down. Here’s what I submitted to class this morning.
The coarse sugar cookie grits my teeth as I stare at the floor, waiting.
Two suits sit on the train.
Nodding at the air in agreement.
The left eye beamed brightly still.
Beneath the swelling and scars and smoke-stained nails.
Somewhere, under it all, she was there.
A hidden tongue on a chipped back tooth.
And pangs of want of the world.
He sits flat with his twisted jaw,
and wonders why she left.