<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Irresistibly Fish]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://brettfish.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[brettfish]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://brettfish.wordpress.com/author/brettfish/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[NaPoWriMo: Day 11 &#8211;&nbsp;Sapphics]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p>[Our prompt for today departs from such concerns, however. Today, rather than being casual, I challenge you to get rather classically formal, and compose a poem in Sapphics. These are quatrains whose first three lines have eleven syllables, and the fourth, just five. There is also a very strict meter that alternates trochees (a two-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed, and the second unstressed) and dactyls (a three-syllable foot, with the first syllable stressed and the remainder unstressed). The first three lines consist of two trochees, a dactyl, and two more trochees. The fourth line is a dactyl, followed by a trochee.]</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;"><strong>who me? don&#8217;t be syllable&#8217;y</strong></span></p>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>write a Sapphics you say, as if it&#8217;s easy</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>to squeeze eleven syllables in a line</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>and just when you&#8217;ve got the eleven thing down</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>break it down to five</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>but i am not one for following the rules</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>thank-you for the brief, but i think i will pass</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>so please keep your syllable count to yourself </strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>and let me do this</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>i will write the poem that i want to write </strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>while everyone else struggles to make theirs &#8220;right&#8221;</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>i laugh as i watch them count on their fingers</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>while i just drop words</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>will i have regrets? maybe one day i might</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>but feeling bad about not being a sheep?</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>well that doesn&#8217;t seem to make a lot of sense</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>so perhaps i won&#8217;t</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>at the end of the day, when the lights go out</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>i will have the satisfaction of having</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>done my own thing, created in my own way</strong></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><strong>who is laughing now?</strong></p>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="https://brettfish.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/napowrimo-day-20-known-things"><strong>[Missed some days and so jumped ahead to day 20 to try ans catch up]</strong></a></p>
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