Line Breaks

I tripped on a poem

Of uneven lines.

No rhymes.

The phrases phased

Me, and looking up,

My steps were

Unattended.

That’s when the gravel

Met my hands

And embedded

My palms.

Line breaks

My fall.

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3 thoughts on “Line Breaks

  1. Whenever I feel compelled to write but the Muse is silent, writing about writing or poetry are the go-to subjects. I read poetry every day and the first run through a poem usually trips me up.

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