For what this plight a season bereft find
Yet bathed with glory undefiled I gaze
Like sun and moon sit shining bright at dawn
My mind knows light years separate the two
A greater purpose than my eyes behold
God has no equal nor plea to uphold
dversepoets.com Ingrid wants a pentameter.
“So, this week, I challenge you to write a poem in iambic pentameter. You can choose either blank verse (in which the pentameter is unrhymed) or a form such as a sonnet or villanelle. Ideally, you will take a walk as you work out the lines: either around your living room, in your garden, or perhaps out in nature. Pound the pavements and pathways until you get the sound you want, and don’t worry too much about writing it down until you’re happy with the result.
It took some time and my poem is short but I pounded it out.