Blue marble swirling in the dust, hung in darkness eerie. Locked in its arc of burning ball, has had many theory. Molten heat inside a crust, can make ones eye teary. I wonder why it doesn’t fall, making my head weary.
Common Octave
Written in alternating lines of tetrameter and trimeter (8 & 6 syllables) the Common Octave is an 8-line poem (or stanza).
The rhyme scheme is: a, b, c, b, a, b, c, b