I was thinking about what I wrote about meter: that I have a hard time with anything involving rhythm, because it just doesn't come naturally. And it occurred to me that when I write in meter, I always feel like I'm watching my feet instead of actually feeling the rhythm of the meter. Which in turn led to this little snippet of a poem.
Two Right Feet Still Make a Wrong Rhythm
Dance with abandon
shake shake shake shake it
when no one’s around
caught up by sound
rhythm and flow I’m
detached from the ground
dancing in a crowd
fake fake fake fake it
counting with each beat
and watching my feet
stilted and slow I’ve
got shoes of concrete.
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That's because you're missing your feather boa!
[Smacks forehead with palm] Doh! So that's what I've been doing wrong!
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