This is an improv off of the poem "Directive" by Robert Frost. This piece is in blank verse with Iambic lines (ten stresses and five beats). I loved the line "Drink and be whole again beyond confusion." I think this is a correct version of Iambic Pentameter but I'm not sure.
The boy who sits on fuzzy carpet laughs,
too shy for Daddy. Nursing bottles, glass
not plastic. Bluer still, a softer eye
of innocence, of thirst for something-drink
but still not whole once again, beyond doubt
of any mind or thought of confusion.
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