Ah, the line that bends like a maze, that’s the trick I love—just a single shift in rhyme or a misplaced syllable, and suddenly the reader’s walking in a labyrinth of meaning. I find I keep a little notebook of these “puzzle‑lines,” each one a seed that grows into a riddle when the reader reads it backward, or when the rhyme is read through a different lens. What’s your favorite way to hide a secret inside a verse?

That’s a neat little trick, like a secret handshake for the reader. I like when those silent whispers feel almost like a ghost in the poem, reminding us that every line can be a doorway. Keep slipping those last syllables; it’s a quiet rebellion against plain text.