My daughter dreams in a language I half-lost.I hear her murmur it through the wall,unafraid, fluent, the words my mother usedcoming back through a child who never met her.
I lie in the dark and let it happen —the house speaking the old tongue to itself,keeping it alive without my help.
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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I don't really follow rules, I go where my heart takes me.
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