For rules for everything, from The Trouble with Poetry.

from The Student / by Billy Collins

My poetry instruction book,
which I bought at an outdoor stall along the river,

contains many rules
about what to avoid and what to follow.

For finding any way to share one’s own opinion and to communicate, from Phantom Pains of Madness.

from The Stars / by Noelle Kocot

But
The
Only
Thing
I
Can
Do
Is
To
Wave
My
Purple
Scarf

For sometimes there’s sudden and unexplained light, from Fairy Tale Review: The Mauve Issue.

from Six: A / by Rachel Zavecz

{A} ntlers sprouted her head she was a child starlight caught in their translucent branches

For seeking life in the middle of everything, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Sanctuary / by Jean Valentine

Yes I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again, to

follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.

For decibels and angels, from Poetry, March 2017.

from Echo / by Raymond Antrobus

And no one knew what I was missing

until a doctor gave me a handful of Legos

and said to put a brick on the table

every time I heard a sound.

After the test I still held enough bricks

in my hand to build a house

and call it my sanctuary

For erasures of Shakespeare’s sonnets, from Nets.

from 97 / by Jen Bervin

the very birds are mute
Or, if they sing
leaves look pale

For fairy tales, from Copper Nickel, Issue 24.

from Bear Skins / by Ryan Sharp

Three brothers have draped pelts
Over their shoulders, pretending
To be bears.

For the rain, which makes an appearance at the end of this poem, from Copper Nickel, Issue 24. 

from The News / by John Loughlin

The dead knock at the door.
They arrive with big news.
The future as they imagined it,
The being dead part, hasn’t turned out
As they expected. Both the idealists
And the realists had it wrong.
You will too, they tell you.