So, my assignment this week is to write five lines in pentameter. Yes, hold your breath while I try and figure that one out. Okay, you might as well breath because there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to do it. I can’t write in pentameter. I can barely write a poem in free form half the time.
So far, I’ve come up with one line: “The cab came in along the FDR.” It’s been echoing around in my brain for the last three weeks. Fingers crossed that I actually come up with four more before tomorrow’s class.