What is a Poem and Who Knows

If you say it’s a poem, is it? Once years ago I taught an online asynchronistic class for the New School. But I never took a class. I signed up for one that started yesterday, a seven week class for international students, run by the prestigious University of Iowa writing department. I wish I could show you the comments the first day on their posting board. Last night I read a few hundred comments. People’s opinions about every single word. The whole world wants to be a POET. (Really?)

Prestigious institution
they offer a free class
international internet
all about poems, unpoetic class
raucous compelling exploration
Libyan poet he says
there’s no way in hell
we can understand his poem
a woman from Kentucky
wrote a poem about
one shoe. It could
have been good. We
all had to fill out
a survey before we
could see the posts.
About our role.
Passive active
or just passing through.
I wanted a day
of reading before
I made that decision.
Now I know
I’m passing through.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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