I love writing and reading and words, marvelous words. There's so much you can do with them. Yes, this makes me an unabashed geek; there are much worse things to geek out over.
I found the following poem at Poetry 180 - A poem a day for American high schools. We'll just gloss over the fact that I graduated high school in 1995. *g*
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.