1.
slow waltz in slippers
gramophone croons whispers
rocks waves soft blue sea

hall walled with rubbish
papers ten years old
stale news stairway/ somebody’s heaven

it’s like… holding a moth/buzzing wings/candle burnt /fragile bony softness
green
apple breath

somewhere a cabbage oozes in darkness

2.
hands shaky as a fit/ slaps lipstick
near her mouth/misses it

3.
stained dress
cocktail hour/bumps smoker’s lips

Since everyone is moving onto Anapest here is my example. Remember we strive for strict form for the purpose of the workshop. Seldom will you write a poem entirely Anapestic. Help yourself by using polysyllabic words (words of many syllables). They, more than single or double syllable words, tend to mold to a meter surrounding them.

In a poem unaware lurks a line Anapestically true.

It is not very often that poems of this type are complete.

So then try as we might we are likely to fail at this form.

I wanted to pen an eternal song
its kernel word a stream of honey
and make its abode the heaven
where happiness is bestowed.
The angels' wings hurry
to carry the thought,
flawless and free
and only
echoes
"you"

Far off, in the eastern sky
there flies a ranging vulture;
as a shadow in the rising sun.

It is called across the desert
and its song is wind and woe.

As its somber feathers flutter
lifted on the lofty airs,
tortured currents sweep it higher,
bear it on its carrion's call.

In the east, the dying, calling,
sing the song of all the damned.
On the west the rain is falling,
falling for the words we lost.