August 28, 2006

Four Lines Of Iambic Pentameter

It's so vacuous to take back the essence of control from the One who set the earth in motion.

I seized the pen from the Author's hand,
And wrote myself into No-Man's-Land,
Where the thorns bereave and storms demand
My attention's turn from something grand.

I wrote this last semester. Really, I was just playing with meter and rhyme, trying to get a perfect set of lines in iambic pentameter. I got the structure right, thankfully. Kudos to Jeff for final editting. I think this is one of my favorite pieces.
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