The anapest

[Liar]

I want to see you explain Tycho Brahe .
can't quite figure it out..

If I'm ever sober again, I'll get back to you on that.

But it's simple really. How does a man obsessed with geometry and precise measures explain the irrationality of love?

 

[twelveoone]

If I'm ever sober again, I'll get back to you on that.

But it's simple really. How does a man obsessed with geometry and precise measures explain the irrationality of love?

sigh
mean marked

 

[vrosej10]

..." A 12,000 calorie salad by any other name would still taste as sweet?"

Where can I find such an animal? I have a desperate desire to blow a kidney or turn myself into human foie gras...

 

[MikeIvy]

Where can I find such an animal? I have a desperate desire to blow a kidney or turn myself into human foie gras...

Simple...

A little greens, then 6 types of Italian hard sausage, 3 types of cheese..olives..artachoke hearts...olive oil..grated Parmasian cheese, a '07 Chianti..loaf of warm bread....

 

[vrosej10]

Simple...

A little greens, then 6 types of Italian hard sausage, 3 types of cheese..olives..artachoke hearts...olive oil..grated Parmasian cheese, a '07 Chianti..loaf of warm bread....

Nice idea. I think I'd blackout from the migraine before I got halfway through. Sounds yum though.

 

[MikeIvy]

Nice idea. I think I'd blackout from the migraine before I got halfway through. Sounds yum though.

well..I like food..don't care for the working it off part much

 

[vrosej10]

well..I like food..don't care for the working it off part much

I do too though not as much on the diabetic diet. Serious carb junkie here; I miss em...

 

[twelveoone]

Salad days are over. Mike, why are reading?
Vr whay aren't you sticking more jangly things in your free verse?

Or did you too discover anapests in you salads, because someone forgot to wash the lettuce?

Lettuce pray:
Bless me muse, that I don't start
another thread about the part
of poetry that hate the worse
that being rhythmical verse
without anapests in it.

 

[MikeIvy]

Salad days are over. Mike, why are reading?
Vr whay aren't you sticking more jangly things in your free verse?

Or did you too discover anapests in you salads, because someone forgot to wash the lettuce?

Lettuce pray:
Bless me muse, that I don't start
another thread about the part
of poetry that hate the worse
that being rhythmical verse
without anapests in it.

I prefer to think of Antipastos and taco salads as "Non-Salads"..and as such ..I can consume and rejoice in them without risk to my man card...

 

[vrosej10]

Salad days are over. Mike, why are reading?
Vr whay aren't you sticking more jangly things in your free verse?

Or did you too discover anapests in you salads, because someone forgot to wash the lettuce?

Lettuce pray:
Bless me muse, that I don't start
another thread about the part
of poetry that hate the worse
that being rhythmical verse
without anapests in it.

Try as I may, I can't hear meter. With end rhyme I can hear a line that is off but that's about it. Jangly things?

 

[twelveoone]

Try as I may, I can't hear meter. With end rhyme I can hear a line that is off but that's about it. Jangly things?

you can't hear meter because it is not there, what you hear is rhythm.

 

[Liar]

sigh
mean marked

Pardon?

 

[twelveoone]

Pardon?

what is it, bold the stresses. Excellent, glad to see the H on it. Thanks,

 

[Liar]

what is it, bold the stresses. Excellent, glad to see the H on it. Thanks,

Aha, meter wise.

(Friends don't let friends drink and post.)

It's anapestic quadrameter but not anal about it. There may be a glitch or three due to my second language English diction.


You would grow in my eye with the distance and squared,
seven paces away you would fill up the sky, <--- 1
a phantasma of lights, breathing cosmos as air.
Breathe me gently to sleep where I spin, passing by.

Seven seconds from here you'd be written in runes <--- 1
on a wind weathered cliff, facing north for the shade.
An enigma for scholars and dreamers and loons, <--- 2
spinning silk by your words, ancient song in a braid.

You would grow with the distance and squared in my eye,
you'd be fabric of saga before I lost sight.
Every heavenly shape, every sphere must comply,
as you anchor me here, facing stars, blessed by light.

Two spots of questionable stresses that I feel when I read it myself

1. The first syllable of "seven" is too pronounced to really pass as unstressed
2. "Scholars" chafes with the rhythm of the anapest, since "sco" is too obviously a short syllable, but the anapest forces it to be pronounced "schooolars".

 

[twelveoone]

Aha, meter wise.

(Friends don't let friends drink and post.)

It's anapestic quadrameter but not anal about it. There may be a glitch or three due to my second language English diction.


You would grow in my eye with the distance and squared,
seven paces away you would fill up the sky, <--- 1
a phantasma of lights, breathing cosmos as air.
Breathe me gently to sleep where I spin, passing by.

Seven seconds from here you'd be written in runes <--- 1
on a wind weathered cliff, facing north for the shade.
An enigma for scholars and dreamers and loons, <--- 2
spinning silk by your words, ancient song in a braid.

You would grow with the distance and squared in my eye,
you'd be fabric of saga before I lost sight.
Every heavenly shape, every sphere must comply,
as you anchor me here, facing stars, blessed by light.

Two spots of questionable stresses that I feel when I read it myself

1. The first syllable of "seven" is too pronounced to really pass as unstressed
2. "Scholars" chafes with the rhythm of the anapest, since "sco" is too obviously a short syllable, but the anapest forces it to be pronounced "schooolars".

You know I loved it, I kept looking at it, what the hell is he doing, but I kept finding things that were not quite, quite. I think you avoided what could be rather singy anapestic quadrameter rather well.
Thanks Liar

 

[greenmountaineer]

Aha, meter wise.

(Friends don't let friends drink and post.)

It's anapestic quadrameter but not anal about it. There may be a glitch or three due to my second language English diction.


You would grow in my eye with the distance and squared,......
seven paces away you would fill up the sky, <--- 1
a phantasma of lights, breathing cosmos as air.
Breathe me gently to sleep where I spin, passing by.

Seven seconds from here you'd be written in runes <--- 1
on a wind weathered cliff, facing north for the shade.
An enigma for scholars and dreamers and loons, <--- 2
spinning silk by your words, ancient song in a braid.

You would grow with the distance and squared in my eye,
you'd be fabric of saga before I lost sight.
Every heavenly shape, every sphere must comply,
as you anchor me here, facing stars, blessed by light.

Two spots of questionable stresses that I feel when I read it myself

1. The first syllable of "seven" is too pronounced to really pass as unstressed
2. "Scholars" chafes with the rhythm of the anapest, since "sco" is too obviously a short syllable, but the anapest forces it to be pronounced "schooolars".

This was a great poem by any metric measure.