Monty Goes Iambic Pentameter

At the recommendation of a fellow student of poetry (thanks Mom), I’m going to try my hand at a little iambic pentameter. The idea is that this will give me a feel for the meter, which will translate into more musicality in my work. Let’s see if I remember how to count my syllables. Haha.

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Iambic Pentameter

The clock says it is just past noon this day;

In a rain cloud darkened room I sit;

Tapping out ten syllabled poetry,

In a classically metered rhythm.

Summoning a Shakespearean-like muse;

Counting words bit by bit under my breath;

To get this iambic pentameter prose.

Is it working? Or is this just a ruse?

A form living long past its rightful death?

Just re-teaching me how to count my toes?

All I know is I’m enjoying myself

And, that’s what really counts I suppose.

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Well that was fun. I did struggle a bit on counting the syllables and had to make some corrective edits (I tended to overcount and I wasn’t so sure how to handle the contractions). I ended up using an online syllable counter to double check, so it should be all good now.

Be well,

Monty

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