I'm still not writing poetry. When I do, I do. If I don't, I obviously don't want to. It's really not that important to the world or to me.
Here's a thought: perhaps I've stopped writing poetry because life is better. I don't want to take my experience, cut out a fragment of it, chop it into lines, give it a title and then ask some illiterate magazine editor to judge its acceptability. It already is acceptable, and any attempt to repackage it subsumes it into the maladapted brain it is re-educating by its unexpected kindness and beauty.