Lesson 2
Write 20 lines of verse in iambic pentameter.
My wife thinks she has al the answers now.
This page is short and make me squish my my text.
Letters, numbers, symbols, alight my brain.
And yet these lines of verse are all the same.
I feel like marching on right down the page.
Rhyming seems so childish to me today.
That was hard to work through to find the words.
The heartbeat of this metre can be heard.
At times I hate the rhythm and the rhyme.
Scratching through my lines makes me hate this task.
I swear this will not be the first or last.
Focusing on metre instead of rhyme
Is a a struggle to make sense of tempo.
To hear the rise and fall of metric flow.
Down the page I fight to take iambic verse.
Wife's impatient for me to reach the end.
So we can walk and take pictures again.
She interrupts and distracts me a lot.
Two more lines to write seems a lot to go.
Impatience is unkind and so I go.
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