We made a turtle out of sand
Gathered within reach.
We left these dreams to tease the night.
Morning tossed out brighter light
Returning sand to beach.
Photos: “Tyrtle”, above, and “Tyrtle from Various Perspectives and Afterwards”, below. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme of sand. I took the photos at Myrtle Beach in South Carolina.
What we presume is true we have no doubt.
It lies in shadows where it tends to be
Hidden from inspection, not found out.
Beliefs are more like leaves upon a tree.
Light shines and they are prettier to see.
What underlies them, on the other hand,
Stays hidden like the ground on which we stand.
Text: I am linking this to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting and the form is Chaucerian stanza or rime royale: seven lines rhyming ababbcc. You are welcome to join us writing a poem in this form.
Photos: “Trees in the Harvest Moon’s Sun”, above, and “Deeper Autumn”, below, by the author.
Another day to do some good whether it does any good or not.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
Half a cabbage, shadowed low and deep,
Wrapped in plastic took its chance to grow,
Stretched its leaves, awoke from cabbage sleep
Near cheese forgotten also long ago.
We found it and then found a pot and so
A cabbage we once ate, one half of two,
Turned into one again with light and grew.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and she asks us to look at what’s in our refrigerator. The poem is written in Chaucerian stanza (also called rime royal or rhyme royal). I will be using this form for Thursday’s Form for All post.
Photos: “Lucky Cabbage”, above, and “Half Cabbage in a Pot”, below, by the author.
When I look down I face the harvest moon
Although I see the earth in morning light.
The sun climbs on my back until it’s noon.
Dead trees lie on the ground, rebirth in sight.
The harvest moon, bright round, will shine tonight.
The woodland path unwinds me here and there
Then stops as cautious deer run off somewhere.
Text: The form of this poem is Chaucerian stanza or rime royal using iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc. I plan to use this form on Thursday for the dVerse Form for All.
Photos: “Path Through Fallen Tree”, above, and “More or Less Facing the Harvest Moon”, below, by the author. Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Under the Harvest Moon” and trablogger’s Mundane Monday. I took all photos at Somme Woods Forest Preserve in Northbrook, Illinois, around the time of the harvest moon.
As a leopard cannot change it’s spots
I cannot change, no matter what
I am that I am and was
only hoping could there
be bigger changes
we might see: two
in love turn
into
three.
Text: Linked to Jilly’s Casting Bricks October Collaboration Challenge. This is a collaboration with Vivian Zems who provided the title and the first half of this nonet poem. Her part is in bold red. A nonet poem has nine lines each line having one syllable less than the one above it with the first line having nine syllables.
Photo: “Life Changes the Brick Wall” by the author.
You grew in what became a picnic grove
Providing shade to what is now a park
While dying you were cut and when I drove
One morning past your place expecting dark
I found the stump, your tombstone, your new mark
And knew eventually that so will I
Look up with new perspective on the sky.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Kim. The form is called Chaucerian stanza or rime royal (or, for those who can spell better, rhyme royal). I may use this form next week as a prompt.
I am linking this to Jilly’s October Casting Bricks Collaboration Challenge as the first half of a two stanza poem. The form is iambic pentameter with rhyme pattern ababbcc.
Photos: “Oak Stump”, above, and “Hour Walk Through Somme Woods”, below, by the author. I am linking these to Frank Jansen’s Tuesday Photo Challenge with the theme of “hour”. I took these during an hour walk in Somme Woods yesterday.
There’s plenty of karma to go around.
Linked to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
The first frost tells us that the trend will change. More will come until more doesn’t come anymore. It is corrective whether one learns a lesson from it or not, perhaps how to better stay warm. We do not circle back into last year’s frost. We spiral into this fresh, new one.
WARM THEN COOLER AIR
RIVERS NEED NOT OVERFLOW
TREES DROP DULL, DRY LEAVES
Text: Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday. Victoria C. Slotto is hosting with the theme of first frost’s voice.
Photo: “Autumn Purple Yellow Flowers” by the author. I took this at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
I want the cosmic and mundane
To merge into a truer view,
To turn into a new terrain
That wakes when autumn’s light shines through.
Photos: “Autumn Sunset”, above, and “Early Autumn”, below, by the author and linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge and trablogger’s Mundane Monday.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 