As I sat down at my desk to write. I heard a knocking on my door. Without a ‘hello’ literary devices, language ,words and other assorted poetic elements came through my door. And Rhyme said first ‘Poet, we’ve been having a debate about what makes a poem, you know…Great’ Words said boorishly ‘Without us you wouldn’t have poetry’ ‘Rubbish’ Stanza replied out loud ‘All words have to be ordered to make sense unless you’re Yod...