Poem 20150411

Today, an attempt at highly structured poem, courtesy of #NaPoWriMo:

Our (optional) prompt for today departs from such concerns, however. Today, rather than being casual, I challenge you to get rather classically formal, and compose a poem in Sapphics. These are quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee.

Rhyming is optional! Ha ha ha.

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little yellow finches swarm feeders i hang
high on curved arms. i watch them, fight and play and
jostle for a better spot. all the same. they
don’t know that. silly

birds to fight for seeds. as if i won’t fill it
when it empties. floating like ghosts, they haunt the
yard as long as light still shines, darting, zooming,
singing songs. dusk comes.

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Yes, that was hard. Man.