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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. |
| Flying In dreams alone we know of flight, it’s not as if we had the right so effortless to take the air, to be like birds and live up there; no, we with artifice contrive to launch ourselves and then to strive, momentum’s shove and maybe glide, upon the wind we’ll never ride. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.19.24 Prompt: Write a poem about flight. Note: The Beatles wrote an instrumental called Flying which gives a perfect impression of what flight must be like, in dreams at least. I’m not going to compete with perfection! |
| Forerunner From utmost Thule, the farthest place we learned in school, to nearby Thrace, the messenger brought wax and lace, a harbinger of gentle grace. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.18.24 Prompts: Utmost, messenger, wax. |
| Question I was scooting along singing the song and blowing in the wind when suddenly it seemed to me the answer travelled free both it and I did not ask why. Line count: 8 Rhymed aab ccc dd For Express It In Eight, 01.17.24 Prompt: Blowin’ in the Wind. Note: I seem to have entered a minimalist period in my poetry, even down to the punctuation. It is such fun to be brief and to the point. Perhaps it’s just a phase and I’ll grow out of it… |
| Saving the World It was the last straw. Jim knew this - he had counted and searched diligently. So he sucked reflectively the last dregs from the glass, threw the straw away, and resigned himself to paper. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.15.24 Prompt: The last straw. |
| Flower Power Yes, I know it was my generation no need to treat us with veneration the present world mess is our fault good intentions turned to assault high ideals we had without number our “happenings” made us just dumber but one thing will always be true we had much better music than you. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.14.24 Prompt: The Human Be-in 1967. |
| Please excuse Beholden as… Today he woke up sick, his voice has gone all thick, his nose it is a-dripping, and his grip is somewhat slipping. So it’s not the best of times to start demanding lines all positive and wise when his temp is on the rise. Signed: Beholden’s Mom Line count: 8 (I don’t count my mom’s signature) Form: Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 01.12.24 Prompt: Living mindfully - break patterns, do more listening and observing. |
| Division The poor man is described as impecunious; we assume that he is never studious and often we label him pecunious while declaring him anything but genius. And so with a load of Latin euphemisms we observe the man through some prisms and pretend we don’t see the great schism between his life and ours that’s arisen. Line count: 8 Rhymed aaaa bbbb For Express It In Eight, 01.10.24 Prompt: Impecunious. |
| Crystal She flicks the glass with a fingernail, rings out a sound both clear and bright, a single note that dies reluctantly, a lone angel voice receding in the air. She runs a perfect finger round the rim, it sings with crystal tone extended and, glass aloft, it fractures light through honey golden liquid. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 01.09.24 Prompt: Crystal. |
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