Gossamer wings

You brushed my life, with gossamer wings Held captivated by your promises of things Then you flew away, leaving an indelible mark A gap, a need, a place that felt so dark Changing my soul forever, all for naught But the life cycles of butterflies are short From this memory springs Love,Yearning,Sadness, Learning and Strength

Introduction

Originally posted on versemeter:
In this blog I aim to provide a fairly comprehensive description and exploration of iambic pentameter from the ground up, in simple, easy to follow segments. We will progress from what is meant by ‘iamb’ and ‘pentameter’, to what defines ‘stress’, to different types of ‘feminine ending’, to simple variant ‘feet’ (a…

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