Rhythm jives
to consonant
percussion
foot stomp to the letter
keeping time
staying in
line with a heel
toe, and something
in the hips
don’t forget to
breathe
syncopated sur
prises
prying an extra
beat, a kind
of additive
slipped in like a
squeeze
of lime in a cocktail
when you need a
break
make it
if chance
asks you for a dance
take it
Part of the experience of participating in the 30/30 Project for Tupelo Press (which I will admit I didn’t know about beforehand) is Craft Talks, which are kind of like mini-workshops about poetry. We had one the other night where we talked about the line (in poetry). I took notes, and the next morning I wrote this poem.
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