Archive

Posts Tagged ‘iambic pentameter’

Think Only This of Me

Prompt #17 for Carry On Tuesday, http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/, was to use all or part of “If I should die, think only this of me” (the first line of Rupert Brooks poem, The Soldier). *Thanks Mike Patrick for inspiring me to write this after reading his poem*. I used iambic pentameter in Quatrain.
 
 
Remembering past days of childhood dreams,
explored the world through starry wild eyes,
Adventure was attractive;  I must say,
unbridled freedom was my crowning prize!
 
With money saved, I flew across the pond,
experiencing new lands with scenic views.
Impoverished days or wealthy party ways,
I traveled miles, wearing holes in shoes.
 
The love for people I hold dear to heart,
along with animals who roamed the land.
True nature’s gifts of rainbow pots of gold;
and warmth of sunlight with cool ocean sand.
 
I lived my life embracing truth of love,
to give much more of me than to receive.
Delightfully filled heart with love to give,
unselfish quest for those who are in need.
 
If I should die, think only this of me,
my soul belongs to Mother Nature’s thread.
Don’t shed a tear because my life’s been full,
just put that party hat upon my head!
 
TheMsLvh  © 2011

Image source: Go Green

Creative Commons License
California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License

A Starry Sonnet

 
A star-filled night can pierce the holy dark:
their brightness splinters light across black sky.
Explosions sprout a star’s enthralling spark-
beyond the fortress deep in space, they fly.
                                           
The bright of city lights hold visions blind-
astounding scene of planets dancing high
embracing darkness, lone stars realigned.
A falling star’s sweet voice will crest then die.
                                            ★
Be quick to dream a wish on shooting stars.
Allow no fear of hope to weed your trust-
at times, life’s rattles can inflict deep scars.
Begin by wishing troubles turn to dust.
                                            ★
Your silver coins in pockets, merely thrown;
     to wish upon a star; a wish to own!
 
 

-TheMsLvh  © 2011
Photo source: Google
submitted to The Sunday Whirl 
Thank you Viv!        

Creative Commons License
California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License

By a Thread

A spider hangs precariously alone;
below her web of knotted silken thread.
She dangles freely – tossed by nature’s wind,
without concern of dark storms overhead.
 
A strike of lightening cracks the peaceful day,
producing magnificent bolts of light.
Roars of mad thunder startle a blue jay –
eight legs devoid of concern, huddle tight.
 
Stormy winds and rain with hail plummeting,
might lacerate her strong web into shreds.
Though nature wrath seems cruel –unforgiving,
the spider will rebuild with rainbows overhead.
 

-TheMsLvh ©2011
Creative Commons License
California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
image source: http://www.jimstonefreelance.com/spiders.htm

%d bloggers like this: