I know two poems in one day…no wait come back please.
Anywho, I was able to borrow Stephen Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled from my local online eBook library. It has one of the best sections on Iambic meter I have read in a while. His first couple of chapters would make ideal material for a senior lesson in my view. But on with the poem, written in iambic tetrameter.
Winged lives wagered
Two roosters crowed a dueling song
and mornings break still yet to come,
I lay and watched the stars explode
as with my hands I rubbed at sleep
that glued lids shut in pleasant dreams.
With fitful breath I did, it seems
up on the name of demons call
for plagues of mites or chicken flu.
For sleepless nights can lead a thought,
to winged lives wagered and souls bought.
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