"Oh why do you stand like this before me
Wringing your little red hands?"
So simple and yet so "poetic." That's poetry. Think of an event that you recall vividly and write your two simple lines in the style of those above that capture, without telling, the magnitude of that event. There will be much left unstated. Trust the image. Here are two lines that came to mind as I walked by the ocean this morning:
The pelican dipped her beak into the frothing sea-
A silver fin flashed its last glory.
Resolve to write at least one of these a day for a week. It's wonderful, disciplined practice, and who knows, may lead you to a longer poem that you had no idea had been waiting to be released. Till next month. Anna.