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. |
Doomsday A short break and I returned, to the world where anything could happen, the land of hopes and dreams, the place of triumph and elation, only to find it gone, mysteriously vanished, leaving only a void of despair. My world ended, I cry aloud, “Oh no, Writing dot Com is down!” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.04.21 Prompt: The day you thought the world ended. |
A Moral Tale Cheap knives are chamfered along one side of the blade only, this leading to misdirection of the cut, slipping away from the intent. Real knives are chamfered on both sides and are straight and true in the slice. Don’t be cheap. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.03.21 Prompt: Knife. |
Mole Mole hunter she was, our Staffie* brindled, broad and beautiful, digging at the molehill, nose down, forelegs scrabbling. She never caught a thing, but one day a man came up, mole in hand, charcoal dark, we stroked its silken fur. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.02.21 Prompt: Write a poem about your childhood, either a single event or a general observation. * Staffie - Abbreviation for Staffordshire Bull Terrier. |
Windy Late last night I woke, hearing the wind hissing in the trees, tugging at the house, sending a garbage bin banging down the street. For a moment I feared for the power, savaged by the gale, but then I snuggled down and slept. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 11.01.21 Prompt: Lying in bed at night, listening to the wind or the rain outside. |
Doubt Are you sure, are you sure you navigated aright? I know you planned the tour and were up half the night, but this doesn’t look like Spain (I saw some penguins twice), that was snow last night, not rain, and those are cliffs of ice. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.31.21 Prompt: Photo of red-sailed yacht in front of glacier with red moon rising. |
Astronomy Domine Eyes on the sky, counting stars, wondering why no life on Mars. Errant asteroids, vivid nebulae filling the void, the discs will see. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For express It In Eight, 10.30.21 Prompt: Illustration of astronomical discs. |
Repeat After Me Pity the guy who had to transcribe all the oo-oohs of this song. He’s up there with those unfortunates still writing sha-na-na and do-wah-diddy. Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.29.21 Prompt: The song, Don’t Worry Be Happy |
Uncertainty Glanced at Eight this morning, thought, “Now that is cool” and liked it without warning - I’d forgotten I’m a fool. Second thoughts aren’t easy, unsure I have become, the first might have been breezy, the second’s made me glum. Line count: 8 Rhymed abab For Express It In Eight, 10.28.21 Prompt: Write an unsure poem. |
Five Cats Five cats, regarding Vincent’s work, The Starry Night, revealed their thoughts, as cats are wont to do. “Astigmatism,” said the orange one, the white ones disagreed, saying “it’s how he wished it be.” The black opined, “That’s Sirius,” the fifth enquired, “Which is the Mouse?” Line count: 8 Free verse For Express It In Eight, 10.27.21 Prompt: Illustration of cats observing van Gogh’s The Starry Night. |
Mystification Consternation greets the realisation that life may be pure dramatisation that everything is just aberration and all our dreams are affectation Abnegation of such cerebration could provide a better dispensation especially if, with cogitation, everything leads to osculation. Line count: 8 Rhymed comic verse For Express It In Eight, 10.26.21 Prompt: Consternation. |