The way they teach poetry in schools
Is not the only way it can be written
Put a limit on how poets can speak what they FEEL
Creativity cannot be defined
By rubrics and letter grades
An imagination unleashed like a wild extended metaphor
over lines in a notebook, leaving smeared ink trails across paper and skin
When you’re too impatient to let the ink dry
Because the words arealreadythere
Waiting in the forefront of your thoughts . . .
to be written down . . .
And shared with the world.