For my creative writing class last week, we had to write a poem in iambic pentameter. It was hard. I hated it at first. Then I really liked it. Here it is.
Imagine
life without a moon or stars
to
guide the dark from dazzling day on home.
The
air as still as lilac buds, asleep.
A
cricket chirps, another sings and joins
the
symphony, the music of the night.
This
breathless eternity waits for me.
I
taste the wind, the sound, the song, and then
a
gradual explosion, diamonds break
across
the canvas of the unknown worlds.
I
dare not blink for fear to miss the scene.
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