Sunday, April 27, 2025

Ode to Pentameter


 


Sitting down to write a verse

Requires a gifted leading line

Perhaps a stunning last curse

To upset the good gentry’s - define.


Signs of weathering days in tumult and turmoil

While keeping hope alive;

Unbridled joy at the snake’s uncoil

Using dissonance and assonance to dive.


Alive into day twenty-seven of the ride

Away from the chaos and troubling change

The rhyme is a riddle; the meter is a foot and glide

What is iambic whimsical satire – how strange.


To arrange a thought inside the buzzing hive

Must find how the trochaic pace is a da-dum

A sound within a sound makes nuanced jive

The head page is all in a rage: red-rum redrum.


Drums that beat out in a cacophony 

Scatter the notes like unhinged words

A tornadic occasion before the euphony

Quiets the warrior poets and their swords.







   


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