Exercise 1 was a meter marking exercise in the book itself (I'm not transcribing that here, sorry). Exercise 2: Write out at least 20 lines in iambic pentameter; some single, some double. Just letting it flow. Yikes.
I did five extra lines because it's been ages since I actually did this exercise and wanted to get my hand back in, so to speak.
1. Sometimes a thumb is really good for stuff.
2. I like cold beer, cold beer is tasty stuff.
3. Oh, Dog, can you excrete so much? I guess
that was a silly question. Yes, you can.
4. My desk is low, my thumb is sore, I am
a proper writer. Or, perhaps, am not.
5. The sky is grey, the wind is cold, I miss
your gentle touch. Where have you gone, my love?
6. Iambic rhythm is harder than I thought!
7. This show is dragging on, I wish it would
go off. I should go find the big remote.
8. Are books the best? Oh, yes, for sure, they are.
9. The telephone is ringing off the hook.
10. White crystals underground are pretty things.
11. The interruptions drive me up the wall!
12. I want to knit and dance and sing and play!
But what good money would that bring? Not much.
13. Inebriated monkeys play fun games.
14. Away from here I am a new woman.
15. I didn't count that line. Oh, me, oh my!
16. Now maybe I can get some work all done?
17. Computer science gives us all new toys.
18. I need another two line verse to feel
like I have made my best attempt at this.
19. Leaves fall, I've lost my will to live again.
I wait for spring to give me hope anew.
20. The heater drives me nuts with its great hum.
21. Blue fire erupts within my mind, all heat
and smoke and anger. How am I not burnt?
22. Oh, pardon crap attempts at poetry. Words
are quite forgiving, people should be, too.
23. I have a little bird, a parakeet.
24. When I have fear, I taste cold tin and teeth.
My tongue curls up, rebels against the pain.
25. My mind is fried, my eyes are heavy; sleep.
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