Day 7: Iambic Pentameter

Lyrical poetry, just like the lyrics to our favorite songs, has rhythm. So, I’m constricting my rhythm to iambic pentameter today. I’m not working on my rhyme scheme, so I can concentrate on the rhythm. Limericks help me with a basic rhythm, and this helps me focus even more. By the end of April, I hope to put them all together.

Refresher: Iambic pentameter lines contains ten syllabus following the unstressed/stressed format or:

da DUM |   da DUM   | da DUM | da DUM | da DUM

I did not follow today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, which was a good one, but my mind is elsewhere.

I wondered down manicured paths alone,
Where precision weaves illusion to meaning,
Through rooms draped in leaves grown long with age.
I thought of winsome and merry bliss
Growing in abundance where mirth splashes rain
And who should I see as I rounded the bend
the old Bard himself taking a break
What ho, old Bill, I said with smile
No cup in the hand to toast to your works?
I thought I would smart him; I thought I would call him.
But as I leaned to whisper challenges, his mind opened to me.
The paths are precise; the illusions built solid.
In that restraint build words into worlds.