I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat
My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.
He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.