I come from a city that is mostly leaving.The boats go out heavier than they come back.My grandmother refused to learn the word for goodbyein any of the languages the harbor spoke —
she said waving was enough, and did ituntil the last of us was a dot, then water,then just her hand, still moving, out of habit.
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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Home is a word she's had to redefine more than once.
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