Curiosity 37: Short poems that pack a punch

I've mentioned before my weekly generative poetry group: someone suggests some poems to serve as prompts, we read them aloud, then we write for half an hour, and finally we share what we came up with. This week—yesterday—the prompts were very short poems with big emotional resonance. Here are a few I especially liked. 

Evening Chess

The Black Queen raised high
In my father’s angry hand.

                                —Charles Simic

You fit into me

you fit into me
like a hook into an eye

a fish hook
an open eye

                                —Margaret Atwood

The Committee Weighs In

I tell my mother
I’ve won the Nobel Prize.

Again? she says. Which
discipline this time? 

It’s a little game
we play: I pretend

I’m somebody; she
pretends she isn’t dead. 

                                —Andrea Cohen

Loving me isn't easy

Loving me isn't easy
I have sharp edges
I have missing parts.

                                —Donte Collins

My Audience

There they are,
spread out in front of me
like flowers.
If I wore a kimono,
I could gather them up in my sleeves.

                                —Dorothea Grossman

My life has been the poem I would have writ

My life has been the poem I would have writ
But I could not both live and utter it.

                                —Henry David Thoreau

And here's one of several I made a stab at (it's sort of a haiku, I guess):

Letter

The nib stutters,
smearing the love
in I love you.