I audited a 300-level creative writing class at USI last fall. Loved the class. At first, though, I was dismayed to learn that half the course would be dedicated to poetry.
Ick. I have never been interested in poetry. Sure didn’t want to write any.
It took me ten minutes to get over that. Poetry is a great foundation for any type of writing. You learn to squeeze your idea down to its very essence and deliver it with all the authority you are able to summon. And you typically try to do that in a fairly tight space.
Good practice.
So, we had a class assignment near the end of the first half. Read a book of poetry, do a presentation, write a piece inspired by the work of the selected author.
The poet I drew for the task is a young lady with a quirky style. She uses language in a way that reminds me of Lewis Carroll. She sometimes runs ideas across stanzas. I read four poems, and I wrote this.
I cannot remember how I discovered 
John Dyer Writes 
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