Don't do that. Why would you do that? If you wrote it in two seconds, it doesn't have any more worth than any other structure of words. Less, even, considering you're conforming (in your own words, loosely) to a rigid and outdated structure of expression. You're missing the point if you turn your poetry into some sort of ad-lib structural puzzle.
I mean "modern," as in divested from social status and as an aesthetic pursuit rather than a chance (or need) to prove one's ability to conform a story or emotion to a set of rigid guidelines.
Honestly, if you want to do it to challenge yourself, to better learn the art, or you want to do it for fun, or you want to reference something particular in the style or era you're emulating, there is absolutely no skin off my nose. Done it myself a few times. Best of luck, godspeed.
What I dislike is the traditionalism that has sprung up in response to, as I say, "modern" poetry, i.e. free verse, and the idea that it is somehow less strenuous or less considered, no doubt due to its unfortunate name. Expanded below.
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I have seen so much hate for poets like Pound, W.C. Williams, Wallace Stevens, because people think that their free verse is inconsiderate of meter. Instead of treating meter as a set of guidelines (for some to follow just to prove they could, and for some to elevate their subject matter to prove it was good enough for educated attention, because god forbid, if you wrote a sonnet deviating from iambic pentameter, you were just fucked) as was the case for most of literary history, these poets decided to extend that realm of possibility. Pound was all about changing how people viewed art and its usage, and his poetry basically took everything it could to its logical extreme, so he's not as fun to talk about.
But Williams and Stevens, in ways, took poetry even further than Pound. While Pound never really divested himself from attaching metaphor or parallels to a work ("petals on a wet, black bough"), look what Williams does with The Red Wheelbarrow:
>so much depends
>upon
>a red wheel
>barrow
>glazed with rain
>water
>beside the white
>chickens.
What does this poem contain? Nothing. No metaphor, no alliteration, no rhyme, nothing...except an image expressed through meter. Williams uses nothing but four groups of four words, 3+1, 3+1, 3+1, 3+1 (with no hidden numerological meaning) in the attempt to prove that, at its most fundamental base, poetry is the connection of a subject (note how vague that word is) and a meter. So in response to : meter, and its relation to the subject, is THE convention. It is poetry. Without meter, a subject would just be a statement, and without a subject, meter would just be music.
This is why rigid meter is flawed: it doesn't take into consideration its own relation to the subject. As we've long since moved past its use as a means of elevation, the gaudy bracelets have warped into mere shackles.
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