Not the photographs — those I had memorized.Not the key; the lock is rubble now.I packed the recipe for my mother's breadand have never once had the nerve to make it,
afraid it will come out wrong, or worse, exactly right,and the kitchen will fill with a house that isn't there.Some things you keep precisely by not using.
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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