I put it on and stood there,which is more patiencethan I give most things.
No sound yet. No white rope of steam.Just the coil going orange underneath,taking its one degree at a time,same as anything that finally gives in.
The handle warmed before the water did.That seems backwardsuntil you think about it.
I did not pray.I did not think about my mother.I watched a pot of waterdecide to boil, and let it.
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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Writes short, writes often. Will tell you if a line is doing nothing.
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