So. Metre. It has become a dirty word in some poetry circles. It conjures images of withered, grey-haired men laboriously counting out beats and stresses whilst coughing up phlegm because of all the dust in their cramped and quasi-arcane libraries. It really isn't all THAT bad, trust me. So, without getting too 'old-man' technical - What is metre? what is it good for? And, importantly, how does one use it? Well, let's see if we can come up with some workable and easily understood answers by the end of this. #1: What is metre? Technical Language: The most well known metre, 'Accentual Syllabic Metre' is the rhythmic arrangement of sylla

Chicago—Sleeping In a tremulous yawn to rouse her trees, the city awakens; hush of night wanly surrenders to serenades ... a lark's swelling chatter; —weather predicting legions of Early Risers greet the morning sober with dreams of sleep; —schedules keeping, (those poor souls) school-children, ambling in their sweet daze, hopeful of Nature's favor ask; does it snow? does it rain? the sounds of progress invade my urban hamlet and hollow, hasten a pulse, low and increasing from the window I consider your slumber, your bliss; passing contented, the weightless moments in this idle break of day silent, I draw the silken veil

I remember tenderly—that opening you and I embrace; a casual fondling of souls amid muted conversation ( saying something, without ordered variation— a symphony by unison), witness to a flowering closeness;           calculated by scent alone the intimation of that exquisite first stroke —a rhythmic intersection of organs nightly warming;