She never measured anything.A handful meant her hand, not mine.A pinch meant however muchfelt right that particular Tuesday.
I have tried for years to write it downfor my daughter, and I have failedin exactly the way my motherwould have wanted me to fail:by having to call and ask,which was always the real recipe.
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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Two languages, one notebook. Trusts the shorter poem.
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