He writes prose in lines and claims he is a poet...and his poems are full of cliches...
http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=10125&poem=98626
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer's retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
Ted Kooser
"At the other side of the galaxy, a star thirty five times the siz of our own sun exploded and vanished"...nice, but not poetry.
Why not say:
A star
now a Nova of beauty
our sun merely a splinter
to be shamed by the light
Ah, but now
it is no more.
That would be poetry...