Denial is a natural for the anapest.

The tongue and mind in a one-two sprint

To the sudden, slam-burst of sound:

     i did Not!

Blast and echo

Is the pattern

Of an accusation

Meant to turn the ear

From an anapest defense

To the dactyl of offense:

     HE did it!

In two quick steps

The unshakably stubborn

Will push you out the door

With their anapestic vigor:

     i will Not!

But the whiner will whimper

With the torture of iambs

elongated horribly, terribly,

     i C  A A A  N’T,

     i D  O O O  N’T.

The liar, ‘not ME’

And the doubter, “not HIM”

Will also favor the short iamb.

To stun and numb

Belligerence delivers the dare

With a one-two trochee punch:

TRY me.

MAKE me.

But for the truly outraged

under unfair accusation,

the choice will forever be

the shock wave of the anapest:

     i am NOT!

 

#PoeticMeter #Poetry

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