Meter... The Workshop.

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Scansion

Catalectic Dactyl

What is the nature of things, said the man.
Guess, for I’ll not tell a thing of the plan.
Wonder and fuss with the thoughts if you can.
I will not help you a whit with the scan.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: A thought. Anapest and Dactyl come easier if you "sing" them.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft