I am so annoyed that I can’t figure out how to format poems. Or much of anything else for that matter. Maybe it’s because I cut and paste? I’m talking about amateur in the best sense of the word: to love something. If I’m going to stagger along on my own there’s going to be a lot of swearing, fair warning.

To love a thing
is not enough.
Understand it.
Practice.
Scaffolding.

This is what I gave:
Warmups.
Scales.
Etudes.
Solo piece.
Ensemble music.
Something fun,
maybe improvising or composing,
if the student seemed inclined.

Writing.
I think I love it.
Word.
Sentence.
Paragraph.
Chapter.
A poem.
Something fun.

I don’t understand.
It’s not quite the same.
I’m a flounder.

I figured something out.
And I didn’t swear.