Tag Archives: dactyls and trochees

poem in peril 

Posted on November 5, 2022 by whimsygizmo

help!  she’s running from the dactyls again, fleeing her own parchment skinand huddling between the lines.  she’s been participle dangled and meter-mangled and nearly strangled  (but wits intact) by stanza. in fact, she left us a syllabled s-o-s,and I fear it’s no joke, see?  cuz just when you think she’s … Continue reading →

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Closing Time

Posted on April 30, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. So a strophe and a spondee walk into a bar, and order a round (-elay).Bartender deals them up a couple of rum -bled phrases, heads to the back to crack open another case of beer and a jar of … Continue reading →

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RE:Spondees

Posted on April 25, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. So a strophe and a spondee walk into a bar (all widdershins & collywobbles); and the dactyl’s all like, Iamb thirsty, and the other two know just what to do, so they get ’im a drink to ghazal. (And … Continue reading →

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That I Might (Not) Be a Trochee,

Posted on April 24, 2018 by whimsygizmo

.. I am wearing my most significant scales, an anti …………{love} -poem, unformed. A snap -dragon(fly). An elm. The helm of a whispered ship, …………………..a tintype moon. Soon, you will see that I cannot stop the quiet casings of these … Continue reading →

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Stranger than Dactyls and Trochees Dancing

Posted on November 15, 2017 by whimsygizmo

… This poem might be a skeltonic spondee or an ….abecedarian ….ballad ….canto ….dirge. She might surge forth poetic in her own ghazal’d glory, or flarf in your general direction.  She’d take a volta for the better, except she forgot … Continue reading →

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stress, unstress

Posted on April 15, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. hold me close, now, tiny stanza, the dactyls and trochees are coming and i’ve nothing but a quill and a song. don’t we belong to each other? if i refrain from stepping on your feet, will you buy me … Continue reading →

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