I attempted to write blank verse yesterday and finished with it today.
Blank verse uses the expectation of iambic pentameter and does not rhyme, if you are interested.
I have learned that blank verse is hard. Not hard to write, but hard to write well.
These are my last three lines:
The sky remains alone, its sacred tones
Proclaim a perfect beauty—but are matched
with human spirit, gentle words of mine.
So. I try. And trying and learning is what counts.