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 |  Entries to Express It In Eight from September 2020 to the present . |
| The number of poems enforces the use of blog format with ten poems per page. |
| Haircut The kitchen floor, cold, hard and shining, and her locks , golden red, strewn like winnow in the wind, randomly scattered, around the template bowl, stark evidence of a haircut, home styled but free. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.07.22 Prompts: Photo of spaghetti and plate spilled on the floor. |
| Sooner or Later Procrastination, though inevitably my resort, leads ultimately to completion, but promptness yields both completion and contentment. True leisure requires peace of mind. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.06.22 Prompt: Sooner or later. |
| Mourn Wasting time in YouTube, I was seduced by too many videos of home, seduced and reduced to mourning those narrow, shaded lanes, damp roads promising rain later, clouds playing in a laundered sky, a thousand accents in the thronging streets, and I am left bereft. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.05.22 Prompt: Mourn. |
| Massive The French have a word for it; a massif is a large raised plateau. They have one called “le Massif Central” (no prizes for any translations), but the truly massive massif is Africa - it being one enormous plateau with edges nibbled by erosion to a coastal plain. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.29.21 Prompt: Write a massive poem. |
| Message in a Bottle Set forth upon the waters, adrift in a bubble of air, our words issue forth, seeking an ear in the currents of the sea, hear me, hear me, in the bubbling hubbub, an ocean of voices. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.22.21 Prompt: Photo of message in a bottle. |
| For Instance Instant oatmeal, instant coffee, instant gratification on the run, instant reward for instant opus, instant meal in instant making, instant life in instant’s dreaming, instant desire meets instant thought, instant moments rattle on by to end in instant insignificance. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.21.21 Prompt: Instant. |
| Under Under the spreading cedar tree the shade of branches held aloft speaks of shelter cool and dim in warmer climes of brightest noon. Acacia thorns and toughened green hold the pulsing midday heat in broiling sway beneath blue skies horizon storms hail the end of thirst. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 12.20.21 Prompt: Write an under poem. |
| From the ‘Tache Would it be brash to make a dash to raise the cash to buy the mash for corned beef hash? It seems too flash to make a splash and risk a clash. Line count: 8 Rhymed incessantly For Express It In Eight, 11.25.21 Prompt: Brash, dash, hash, mash. |
 Stab In Heavy School one day two students had their say “So, d’you like it?” asked the one “Not me I’m nearly done,” came answer from the other, “Goin’ back home to mother. These furry pants do itch, and square shoulders are a bitch.” “I can see you’ve had enough, but it makes you look so tough.” Line count: 10 (it’s an extra so ignores the rules) Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.23.21 Prompt: Upside down bat illustration. |
 Bats “Come here often?” “My favourite hangout.” ”Why’s that then?” “People hold together here, similar point of view. Don’t like it? Drop out. No one calls you batty.” “I could fall for that.” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.23.21 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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