Meter and Me--A Would-be Poets Lament Part Two

Meter and Me--A Would-be Poets Lament Part Two

I’m trying to learn something of meter

But it still runs me ‘round and around.

I know there’s one rhythm and then a repeater.

But it’s often instead I’m drawn instead to a sound,

And rhyming just seems so much sweeter.

I believe that one day soon I will learn,

And avoid all the meaningless struggle

that causes me all too often to burn.

There’s meaning intended but lost as I juggle

and count out each syllable at every turn.

But alas now she finally tells me

About syllables accented and un-

Now, though my stubborn pride still impels me

And my odds of success approach none,

Even thinking of quitting eludes me.