A Ballad to Iambics….
Within your voice a tune is born,
iambics turn to song …
through every line, such words adorn
each note that drifts along.
Melodic strains of ecstasy
invite sad hearts to dance,
as every metered beat sets free
quaint notions of romance.
What is this magic spell so sweet
soft winds cannot resist …
by captive tappings of joy’s feet,
life’s sadness is dismissed?
Iambics, the bright golden key
poetic locks befit,
set loose beshackled mystery,
whence mastered verse is writ.
Richard Jenkins
©2025
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All Round Poetry 2025 ContestA Ballad to Iambics…. (poetic rhythm)
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Summary:
Ballad form: composed in iambic tetrameter/trimeter (8/6/8/6 meter), with an abab, cdcd, etc; rhyme scheme.
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Simply stellar writing…
No critique whatsoever.
Thank you, Drieks 🙏
I am so very glad to see you, and truly do appreciate your positive comments for this dancing, rhythm-based piece on iambics.
Bless your day with sunny smiles of gratitude! ⁓ Richard🖌
I’m so hypnotized by your voice, Richard. I particularly love how you use enjambment so efficiently and eloquently. What a beautiful word choice… ‘beshackled mystery’. My spell check does not like that word, but I love it. I’m into iambic bondage. Hands behind my back. Wrists crossed. Let your chains caress my pulse.
Hi, Sweetness🍷
Aw, M’Dear … I am sooo sorry to have missed your gorgeous, sensually embracing sentiments, exalting tributes, and sigh-worthy vulnerabile tease … ohhh-MY!
Damned this site for not sending email notifications that I have reviews, messages, comments, etc; Fia’s working on this for me.
Been missing your masterfully intelligent, wondrously skillful self … if I knew where you are, I’d lasso you and pull me into there … hint*
Cozy thank you hugs, ‘n other dreamy stuff! ⁓ Rascally Richard ⚤