The house does its own noises:the fridge, the pipes, the third stair.I used to think it was waiting.
It is not waiting. It is a house.It would do this if I left.It did this before I came.
There is a freedom in thatI am only now old enoughto stop mistaking for loneliness.
About the lyric poemA poem in one speaker's voice, giving a feeling, moment or thought.
Lyric poem is a broad word more than a strict form. It usually means a poem in which one speaker voices a feeling, a moment or a thought, often with a song-like quality. It can rhyme or not, at any length. There is no fixed rule.
Listen for One voice speaking close and personal, and how music shows up in the language.
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Writes short, writes often. Will tell you if a line is doing nothing.
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