I offer the following fragment of found poetry to prove that I have been writing, even though I haven’t been posting. Feel free to comment, make suggestions, or add your own stanza(s)!
inspired by the perilous moon
dying on the waters
your incandescent darkness leaves me
mute with terror/desire/wonder
The Daily Compost 
Wow, I suck so bad at poetry! I feel inspired to try, but afraid to humiliate myself. Now if this were a bad poetry contest, dude, I’d be all over it! 🙂
So…what makes you think this ISN’T a bad poetry event? (I prefer to think of it as a collaboration rather than a contest.) This is basically a bunch of book titles that I pulled from the NY Times bestsellers list, plus a couple other words I stuck in because I liked them.
Here’s a question for you: what about this fragment inclines you to think of it as good (or bad) poetry? Enquiring poets want to know!