Crap
I wrote two verses of iambic pentameter in a dream. Well, it was in limerick form so not completely “pentameter”, but it was pretty cool. Problem is, I can’t remember it. It started with:
I fear that now, my dear, we must depart.
And I continued the “my dear” phrasing in the second line, ending with “heart”. The two middle lines of the second verse were:
You’re already awake.
Your journey now partake.
I was even rhyming participation with conversation. Of course, it was my brain telling me to get the hell up.
And I can’t remember the rest.
Crap.
it’s been a dramatic, depressing winter, and I’m not going into it. I should be posting more now.
March 23rd, 2009 at 2:22 pm
Good to see you back – my prayers and thoughts are with you and I hope that your mood will get as sunny as the coming spring.