Since I am tasked to write in metered time,
And since I never learned to accents place
This task is burden troth and hardly kind
Seems easy but reality bears out
Tis true that poets great can easy count
A word as beaten hard which part it has
The point accented that makes two its feet
But my left footed dance with words trips hard
Not men like Fred Astaire or Kelly might
The book helpful most for a meter form
Symbols has I did not learn, in school in truth
They are but rare, odd shapes that figure not
Desire to learn meter, I burn with shame
My mind hears not the clear rhythmic heartbeat
dVerse — Poets Pub:
Meter-Made Mood – dVerse Meeting the Bar
Tonight we are challenged to match poetic meter with mood/tone.
It’s not playing to my strong suit, but join us anyway!
Okay, since posting this I have been informed that Sonnets, technically, should rhyme. I was so busy keeping track of the meter that… well, I don’t do math and poetry simultaneously! Make up my mind; counting stressed syllables or over-stressed poets! Sheesh!