"Ceramic"

Kay Ryan is one of my favorite poets and THE master of rhyme, so I like to imitate her style from time to time. Couldn't think of a catchy maxim-like title a la Ryan though.

Ceramic

Poetry

is one t away

from pottery.

On a vola-

tile day—

a slipped t, 

suddenly—

and all

words are clay. 

The poet must 

be careful—

she cannot panic—

she cannot trust

a misplaced sylla-

ble 

won’t turn

ceramic.