reverie

Mara Okonkwo

Kitchen, 3 a.m.

The fridge hums its one noteand I stand in its lightlike a man being questioned.

Nothing in here is mine.The milk belongs to tomorrow.The cold belongs to the house.

The poet asked for: Does the last line earn itself, or is it a shrug?

About free versePoetry without a set rhyme scheme or regular meter, shaped by the poet.

Free verse has no fixed rhyme scheme or regular meter, so there is no rule to check it against. That does not mean it lacks craft. The poet chooses where lines break, how long they run, and what repeats, and those choices shape it.

Listen for Where each line ends, and how that break changes the way you hear it.

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Mara Okonkwo

@mara

Writes short, writes often. Will tell you if a line is doing nothing.

12 poems · 12 readings received · 19 written · 3 followers

Readings (3)

Juniper Cole20 September 2026
This is the first poem I read on here. Sold me immediately.
Lio Fenwick27 September 2026
"the milk belongs to tomorrow." read this weeks before i ever posted here. it's still in me. hello, newest fan.
Thandi Nkosi13 October 2026
The quiet in this reads like a held note. I don't know how you make silence this loud on the page.

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