i was working on a poem
that felt beautiful and bright
but some phrases felt too fuzzy
and one whole stanza wasn’t right.
then, one line I couldn’t rhyme
just as the meter petered out
and some syllables went missing
—i lost five of them, about.
while I stooped and looked
beneath my chair,
four more slipped and fell
—i had no idea where—
before I captured still alive
the previously missing five.
then lost an hour or more
before I spied the truant four.
but…in time I got the letters
all ordered and aligned,
and read the sentences aloud—
only in dismay to find
a wholly missing predicate
and trochees where I wanted iambs.
still, as I looked for what i’d meant,
i found some good stuff in the middle,
which i thought was just enough
to save me from my metric muddle.
For a little more fun see:
“Deep Thoughts To Make Our Lives Feel Longer Than They Are,” an article
“So Much To Do,” a poem
“I’m Certain About Goal Uncertainty,” an article