Student Writer at Discovery Green
It doesn’t always have to rhyme,
but there’s the repeat of a beat, somewhere
an inner chime that makes you want to
tap your feet or swerve in a curve;
a lilt, a leap, a lightning – split: –
thunderstruck the consonants jut,
while the vowels open wide as waves in the noon-
blue sea.
by Eve Merriam (1916-1992)
This is a poem that greatly influenced new WITS Writer Florence Miyamoto.