Poetry is...

Well we’ve talked a lot about that haven’t we students?

Trying to nail down a cloud.

Poetry is...


An excuse to forget about mortality.

Whiteboard scrawled totems.


We gifts to gods.


Great contribution, what else?

Poetry is...


Static shock.


Boom box.


Car accident.


Yes more!


Captured light on our pages, and the shadow that follows.

Sunset.

Hashtag.

Unhinged.

Cutlery.

9 + 10 = 21 and nobody is stupid.

I would love it if it read like “Poetry is 9+10 = 21. And also... nobody is stupid”.
So there’s like two separate things that poetry is.
That’s how it reads in my head, anyway. So cool. Well done.

Sweat.


Rust.


Wind.


Justin Bieber.

Nope.

Justin Bieber eating his own face.

Yep.

Rainbows between lines.

Yes.

Poetry is...

Not what I’m here to teach.

Why teach the ocean to break on shores?

Tell the adults they’ll survive not knowing for a while.

You don’t need to know


What


poetry is...

You’ve got it already.