An iamb is inherently a paradox of poetry
Transparently trochaic, it cannot contain itself. Poor thing, it is
Its own antithesis, and as such might be my spiritual synthesis
As I am, also, set against myself; depicting what I am not
Form fascinates me, yet I am myself most formlessly
Chaotic; cramming weeks of work, after delays, into mere days
I am the iamb, so much smaller than my ambition. Amen.
Form: Complex Alliterisen
Prompt: Write a poem that contains the refrain “I am” at least six times.
NICE! I felt the rhythm and intention!
Thumbs up!
Nice: playful & humorous.
However I think the form weakens the poem somewhat (you seem to have extra syllables simply to meet the criteria). I recommend abandoning the structures of the form to tighten it & allow the wit to shine through even more.
That said: I definitely intend to try out this one myself.