Whether by accident of fate
Or some minor genetic variation,
One in a row of cabbage
Was sacrificed to the worms
Broad leaves tattered like scraps of sail
Forgotten in the sun and wind.
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A free verse poem has no set pattern for line or stanza length. Rhyme is not used, or it is used sparingly. The line length and the rhythm or the lines are dictated by the natural rhythm of speech or other concerns such as emphasis on a particular word, image, or idea.
Cabbage and chili
At the light they all ran out
Farted up the car
The audience with a lunar bag of
Cheetos. The full moon, riding high in the
Bag, floated. Buffeted its way. Slowly.
With strands of white it disappeared. The back
Of his neck was lit up like a ghost and
Rose up like watermelon and cabbage
That was for sale. Parrhasius processed
The mechanisms of disappearance
Known to the trees. Zeuxis, the finalist,
Envisioned them red or orange stripes on
Black. They were manipulation. Punching.
Hair pulling. Interfering with the loop
That his words had around my head. One must
Keep Parrhasius happy. It is known.
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