Free verse poetry is ‘free’ from the limitations of a particular structure. It is a device for creative expression. Free verse poems don’t usually rhyme.
As the wind breathes gently My teacher,
the leaves begin their dance, she’s a believer. slowly at first. Tells me I can be anything I The wind is enchanted want to be. by the movement, even an astronaut. and whispers ‘Let’s dance’. maybe a world record holder. Exhaling and puffing, When she’s not busy believing in me, the wind chortles and for me, when I forget, at the frenzied tempo she teaches, coaches, laughs, explains of the leaves’ morning tango. and nurtures. She’s a believing kind of person. I wonder who believed in her first and gave her that gift?