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Intro to Poetry Writing

by Adam Scheffler

Turns out teaching poetry is more absurd

than writing it yourself

 

like being one of those guys at the airport

with the orange glowy sticks

 

waving the 80-ton plane down—

like being a coach yelling through

 

the bullhorn, cry harder,

zipping up and down

 

the line, yelling, stop moving about

and put your ass in a chair, and stare

 

at the wall until the motes in your

eyes wear the faces of your dead!

 

To the ones just starting out,

the ones taking the class for

 

an easy A, wielding their pen’s little spade

you yell Build me the Pyramids!

 

as they stab you in the leg with a cliché

or turn to you holding fake vomit

 

asking you to make it beautiful—

as we debate for 10 minutes

 

about whether the vomit would be more

moving if it were real, and then

 

suddenly it has a blood diamond

in it, or a button from a childhood bear’s

 

eye, a bear they held when dad was

hitting mom again.

 

Suggestions for improvement:

find what’s rattling its chains

 

in the third stanza, and free it, to settle

its unfinished business.

 

Feed it the blood offering of several

metaphors through the bars of the lines

 

then twist the draft like a Rubik’s cube until

nobody applauds—maybe we liked

 

that it wasn’t solved! They’ll shout, and

what is solved anyway—according to whom?

 

All you can do is hang your head, or hold

your hands up like two erasers of

 

supplication, offering up helpful

exercises to juggle death metaphors or go

 

running around with scissors

of the unsayable, then heave over

 

the rock of their hearts to count

the insects living underneath.

 

But how excellent

it is when a poem takes off

 

like running alongside a flaming

mine cart yelling, yes, burn

 

baby, burn! Like watching your dog

scattering up 20 swans at once,

 

or seeing a Christmas tree

suddenly get electrocuted,

 

and you want to spike their poems

to the ground in triumph

 

you want to dance around them like a

burning Wicker Man with a tiny

 

Nicholas Cage inside it, in an arcane

spring ritual both beautiful and horrifying.

Adam Scheffler is an Assistant Professor of Poetry/Creative Writing in the English Department (and MFA Program) at Wichita State University. He is the author of two books of poetry—A Dog's Life—which won the 2016 Jacar Press Book Contest—and Heartworm—which won the 2021 Moon City Press Prize. Scheffler's poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Poem-a-Day, Verse Daily, Rattle, Narrative, Yale Review, and dozens of other literary journals. He is also the author of a book of literary criticism, “So This/Is What It Feels Like”: Empathy in the Poetry of James Wright (forthcoming from LSU Press in 2026). Scheffler grew up in California, received his MFA in poetry from the Iowa Writers' Workshop, and his PhD in English from Harvard.

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