Rough Cut Stone
This block of stone, shaped by an inexact hand,
was sliced and chopped with little care
for fine or delicate edges. One left along a lonely strand
abandoned with its face laid bare.
It sits alone in winter's brutal fair
sunk in a puddle cozied by the grassy land;
foundation of an empire only rabbits share.
Still by grace I come to stand
offering up my wavering prayer
and seeking bedrock for my brand;
my soul absolved, its face laid bare.
Trisha at Miss Rumphius Effect has given us another challenging Monday Poetry Stretch this week. She requests a roundel. She tells us:
"A roundel is a three-stanza poem of 11 lines. The stanzas have four, three, and four lines in them and a rhyme scheme of abab bab abab. Ah, but there's more. Line 4 is repeated as line 11 -- not an easy trick!"
I've written the above poem in this form after taking the picture last week on one of my favorite walking paths. A science teacher friend tells me about this rock:
"The rocks are used to block big pieces of trash and pollution from moving down stream. It’s a really neat system. The rock itself, I’m not 100% sure but it’s probably from a local quarry which means it’s probably sedimentary – made of clay that turned into shale. We have a lot of shale around here."To me that makes this rock even more beautiful and significant.
The Friday Poetry round up this week is at Karen Edmisten's place. Enjoy your weekend reads!