I would write a love poem
I but I am getting tired of those.
I could write one of nature,
charting this winter's long repose.
I could try a standard patterned one,
like a complex vilanelle,
I could attempt a sonnet or a haiku, or
one of those easternish gazelles.
Each day another poem
Each day another fight
to make sense of all these feelings
and all you can do is write.