NaNoLiPo #2 - 2018-11-02

To write with just the words that have one beat each is quite a trip.
I had a friend some years ago who did it with an ode by the Spear bard: 
“let me not to the set up of two as one be a guy who would say ‘no, don’t do it’”,
or some such like that. The drum of word word word word wordis strong: it lulls.
And yet some words have long beats still, while some have short.
So the beat of the text is never quite a click track:
it still can change, be raw: draw out some words,
yet flow some words so fast they’re three in one.
The beat of what I’ve writ so far is not the best: it could use work. 
It comes close to a form whose pulse is like a song, but it falls short: it
breaks and limps. My own pulse wants the lilt to pull in such a way that
it can keep it up all the way through.

Oh, I can see I seem to start each phrase as if it is the first line of an ode:
The one-beat words call out their rise and fall

The greek lyre scribe: one oh five a once more:
Do you want to know what it is like? It’s like a sweet fruit on a high branch
that turns red and grows more sweet as the year turns: that sweet fruit
high on the high branch, and the folk who pick the fruit did not get to it.
Not that they “did not get to it” in the sense that they did not try: they tried.
They tried, but couldn’t reach it. The fruit is still as sweet, the fruit is still more red:
It sits there on its branch: it can be seen, but it can not be had.

I found the link to when my friend did that: https://diaryarena.livejournal.com/115545.html . It looks like he would not use more than three glyphs per word, too.