The pulse (an early experiment with iambs)

The pulse

The beat

A hope

A deed

Requite me

Requite me

A peer

The form

Too short

For this

Keep trying

It’s there!

Oh no…

It’s gone

Again.

Requite me.

Another poem scrawled on a napkin in a bar

Alone at the corner

Two ways and a thousand

And one ways to go

I hear them calling to me

A broken thank you dies

Before it can be birthed

I feel the earth turn

Away, away from me

I cannot hold and slip

Away, away from you

I cry in the dark

Unable to hold myself

Together. I know, i know,

No one will ever love

A quitter. Maybe next time.

Iambic experiment

A peer

Appears

Before me

Transcendent

Co-labor

Laborious

So glorious

The pulse

The beat

The rhythm

The rhyme

Escapes me

Repeat

Escapes me

Repeat

Requite me

Repeat

Requite me

Respite

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Convivial

Congratulations

Conspire to

Convict my

Conspicuous

Conscript

Co-labor.

Collaboration is

Cooperation done

Communally

Not theft

Not free

Not for me

No

Never me