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.

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