What is, and is not, poetry

Feeling too lazy to blog, so in time-honored 2x3x7 tradition shall take the easy way out by:

a) Pointing you to post where I've left a blogpost's worth of comments, specifically this post by Rahul that Space Bar pointed me to.

b) Posting random poem that I've decided to discard (remember this):

The Boat at Dawn


Like a hand prodding
at the surf, trying to nudge
the ocean awake;

or a dog pulling
at its chain, sensing the sun
about to break in;

or a phrase repeat-
-edly mouthed, as though the sea
were a new language.