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.
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.