Poetry

A month's not much time. You've heard of the coach who's lost his/her dressing room? I think these new writers would say they've learned lots, but it's the more I fixate on. Maybe too much so.
I saw certain looks on their faces today, two or three around our circle, saying I've gone as far as I can go right now. They could barely bring their eyes to the page of a classmate's poem.
I'll go on giving advice. When not everyone's keen to use or tell us something from their notebook, others are.