Uneasy Wakefulness

[mishalak]

The mourning light comes hard and unkind from the morning sun. It brightens yesterday's snows and melts just a little of the coating upon icy walks. I am tired and cannot sleep. In the delirium from a restless night I first tried to set this feeling into haiku but found I could not catch it that way. English is unsuited to the form.

I should learn blank verse.

Comments

[gomeza.livejournal.com]

At least you didn't wake from uneasy sleep transformed into a giant insect.

[armoire-man.livejournal.com]

Are you sure he's not? He's kinda gangly. :^)

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

I would have a brief, but fun, morning of terrorizing the populous if that did happen. I've got more imagination than Gregor.

[mrpsyklops.livejournal.com]

That *is* blank verse.

(or am I being slow and obvious?)

[mishalak.livejournal.com]

No that's prose. Blank verse is unrhymed iambic pentameter with occasional variations. So it should have ten syllables before some sort of break with a pattern of unstressed and then stressed syllables. Trouble is that I have a hard time figuring out what is a stressed or unstressed syllable.