Circle of influence
New Love
Gossamer wings
You brushed my life, with gossamer wings
Introduction
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 ‘foot’ being the smallest possible metrical component), to the ‘figures’ formed by combinations of feet, to ‘displaced beats’, to the interplay of rising and falling rhythms, to more unusual variations, to looking at how to deliver certain lines that may not appear to be metrical, and then onto exploring meter in more extended passages of verse, starting with Sonnet 1 (which is as far as I’ve got so far!). I also provide a separate glossary, which you can refer back to at any point along the way! (In this, and all future posts, you can click on any word highlighted…
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Glimpses of you
I get glimpses of who you are
Makes me want to return from afar
Your soul seems suffused in light
Like a moth to a flame it seems so right
Your warmth and sweetness
Becomes my weakness
Drunk on the your nectar
Like a bee, I am a collector
The intenseness of our communication
Has made a scintillating combination
The sound of your laugh, seems like fate
Arouses me, a cicada calling for a mate
An entomologist of feelings
Love-lust unreeling
When captured in loves net
Will emotions grow and thrive yet?
Finding characteristics of my soul mate
Are we destined to flirt, spoon and separate?
Sparking colour like a fire fly
Will love live or die?
Giving and recieving love
That all the love you have given
Will find it’s way back to you
Is such an untruism
To expect it needs review
Love comes in many guises
We give in many ways
To think it can be balanced, comprises
A skewed view anyway
How can this be positivity
It feels like a recipe for angst
Its really got my dander up, subjectivity
In a cinche, creating a schism in the heart
Love isn’t a bargaining thing!
Buried Fantasies
Sharing buried fantasies
We eagerly find
Trialling our ecstasy
Freeing our minds
Sharing passion true
Colours our lives
Expanding our view
Excitement thrives
Whatever we can imagine
Will become our feast
Adding allure and attraction
To that ravening beast.
Swimming
Swimming today, getting some exercise,
Feeling smug, how could it be otherwise?
Dress in my costume, put on my clothes,
Pack a bag including swimming shoes.
Swimming shoes what an odd idea,
To help me swim better, oh no my dear,
The poolside is wet, slippery like a rink,
Likely to fall on my arse, even with no drink.
In bare feet I slipped and nearly fell,
Going over backwards,would be just sheer hell,
Imagine the sound like a regular earthquake,
Bear in mind I am no small cupcake.
So now my swimming outfit, is so sexily chic,
Till your eyes skim my legs and get to the feet,
Encased in natty blue neoprene very bright,
Maybe best viewed in the dark of the night.
As I saunter to the pool, my feet don’t slip,
They look particularly bizarre, I hope they might be hip,
Slipping into the pool, to begin my exercise,
Feeling smug, how could it be otherwise.
Unreasonable
Is it unreasonable, to hope that you will remember
The day that is special for me
Is it unreasonable, to hope you will remember
The date, when there is a marker event in your life
Eleven days before, and each year we discuss the coincidence
Hopes dashed yet again
Is it reasonable to conclude, that you are not interested
In events in my life, no empathy or concern
Is it reasonable to conclude, that you are not interested
In me, that professions of friendship are hollow goods
That perhaps we are acquaintances who pass the time of day
With no depth to our relationship than that of expedience
Is it unreasonable to be sad?
Meme. Love and Friendship
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 