Meditation Poet

I am in the retreat, day sixteen

and I can’t get my mind off of anapest:

anapestanapestanapest

like an owl swopping down through the dark.

But I know in my heart,

in the deepest, most sanctified center

the word that is driving me crazy

is a fucking dactyl.

dactyldactyldactyl

anapest is a dactyl

and, Jesus, dactyl is a trochee,

but trochaic is an amphibrach.

Don’t get me started on the iamb,

because I am just trying to breathe.

© 2009, Jim Gourley

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