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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. |
| Fortitude The time arrived at last, I gather my biblical loins, and, mindful of the past, my future bought with coins, thoughtless of final death, intrepid still my way, I take a deeper breath, and rise to face the day. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.19.24 Prompt: Breathe deeply. |
| Goodnight High in the sky rides the moon, a sliver of silver in velvet bed, with diamond stars random strewn on sheets of blackest thread. Overarching coverlet, the heavens our nightly spread, and tucked in earthly pallet, the world’s asleep in bed. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 02.18.24 Prompt: Write a silver poem. |
| Wild Goose Chase Never met a tame goose in a cage or on the loose so I look for wild geese Greek or cooked in grease. Sometimes they are on the wing of the south they honk and sing but the smartest thing they did turkeys fill their Christmas bid. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.16.24 Prompt: Wild goose chase. |
| Slowhand The Enga man slips in and steals the finest notion - an instrument he be of music and devotion. Which leaves me with the bones, both aged and aching now, and yes, a tune they make but I’ll not take a bow. Line count: 8 Rhymed abcb For Express It In Eight, 02.15.24 Prompt: Write a poem about archaeology or a cave or treasure or music or bones. |
| Dirty Little Secret Dirty little secret, dark and dim, hides in the heart of human sin, tinkers with the truth and closes eyes, fudges with the facts and tells its lies. Open up the window, let light in, throw away the cover, see how thin is the little secret now revealed, funny how it withers unconcealed. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.14.24 Prompt: Write about something uncovered. |
| Travelling Light Steeped in age as I am the evaporation of memory comes upon me and the days hurry by without impression the triumphs and defeats departed from this shell a reservoir near drained. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.12.24 Prompts: Reservoir, steep, evaporation. |
 Mirror, Mirror My best face forward flawless for the fans a sheen on silky skin my perfect pose my pride. Yet still my wound it bleeds and never word is spoken of my unanswered needs and how my soul is broken. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 02.11.24 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| Piccard’s Trieste Down in the darkest deep in midnight marine murk the nightmare creatures sleep and glowing monsters lurk two men in a steel ball silent in listening hush are dreaming of sunlight recalled and the word they avoid is “crush.” Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 01.10.24 Prompt: On January 23, 1960, Navy Lt. Donald Walsh and Jacques Piccard descended to the bottom of the Mariana Trench (the lowest place on earth) in the submersible the Trieste. |
| When the Going Gets Tough… As I was going to St Anne’s I met a man who couldn’t dance he seemed to be quite tough enough but I was made of stronger stuff for in this matter of toing and froing it’s clear that only I was going and since that was my chosen tack it seems he was just coming back. Line count: 8 Rhymed aabb For Express It In Eight, 02.09.24 Prompt: When the going gets tough, the tough get going. |
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