I attended a poetry workshop this morning with Julie K. Royce, author of PILZ, Paula Chinick, author of RED ASSCHER, and Carol McLean, poet and essayist. Glen Meisenheimer demonstrated how to write a poem in anapest and iambic meters. As a group, there were twelve of us, we wrote a joint poem for each and a limerick. Here is our anapest poem:
Weather
In the midst of the storm, I cannot see the light
I am cold, I am scared, I am lost in the night.
Will I languish in darkness or learn how to cope?
Yes, I know I’ll see morning, I’ll not give up hope.
