My father's voice arrives in small denominations.When the minutes run low he talks faster,all the love compressed into the last ten seconds —eat well, lock the door, you are doing fine —
and then the dial tone, which I have learnedto hear as a kind of blessing. He means: enough for now.There will be more money. There will be more card.
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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