Can grief run out, the way a battery does?Mine hasn't, and it's been three winters.
I keep waiting for the day it goes quietthe way they promised it would,and instead it just got smaller,which might be the same thingsaid by someone who has never carried it.
I carry it. I am not asking anyoneto carry it for me.I am only asking if this is whatthe rest of it looks like:smaller, not gone. Smaller, not gone.
The poet asked for: Repeating the last line was either the whole point or a crutch — I've read it forty times and lost the ability to tell.
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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