Pure Love.


I was reading some Iambic Pentameter, my favorite poetry. I love the rhythm and the sound of it. So I thought I’d include at least one instance of it. So here is my humble attempt at Iambic Pentameter.

There’s nothing like the sound of children laughing
To slow the pulse and make the nerves un’fray
The birds may chirp, the sound of water lapping
May help, but children still will win the day

When things look bad or feelings start a downfall
A baby’s smile can chase dark clouds away
The hairless head, toothless grin, fingers so small
And love unmatched by man or beast or fey.


About windwalker07

I'm a Jamerican; American born of 2 Jamaican parents. I am a voracious reader, a writer, a wife and a mother of 5 (1 girl). My favorite genre is science fiction but I will read anything. my favorite author right now is Lee Child (this changes often) I listen to all kinds of music but my favorites are jazz, Latin-jazz and classical. I write whatever comes to me and I've learned to start whether I have something or not.

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