one would think that after torturing myself with anapest i would stay as far away from dactyl, but no. (where's my monkey wearing his top hat and carrying his pocketbook when i need him?) anyway, today One Stop Poetry's Form Monday continued its exploration of prosody. after toying around with feet that end with a stress and feet that begin with a stress, i wonder why is it i always seem to want to end the first with two syllable words were the stress falls on the first half and why do i find myself itching to make each of the latter masculine? (if you followed that last question, i'd be impressed...) so below is my pitiful attempt at dactyl. i did vary the length of the lines and i'm sure that it probably could be read with stress place all willy-nilly, but i've marked them the way that i hear (and feel i would speak) them.
additional inspiration came from Poetic Asides' Challenge to "write a falling poem."
falling tears splatter like blood on a wounded soul
finally everything crashes in
fraying my edges and threatening all I am
will I unravel before I can find my way?