This time, I decided to take another crack at the exercise we did in
class on iambic trimeter and try to get a better feel for identifying
what words are stressed and unstressed. Although I decided to put it in
the form of a Dear reader piece to see if it could be applied there.
Dear teenaged girls,
You write about the boys with scars
littered in their jeans.
How the stands of slyness glisten
off your sleeves in true fashion.
What do some girls call it?
Swooning over his sweat,
Or pouring over her lip pout.
You, who carry the birth of civilization,
Faint over six packs polished
by the middle of old rain.
The way the dew slides between
Each vein of the shadow oh his hair.
Bad boy slicked across his cheeks,
But irresponsible lover rides
over the ridges of your tongue.
How some stutter Be Mine as
clumps of rose petals shatter
under the weight of meekness.
Where are you?
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